The worst part is over. . . Or at least thats what the hospital staff keeps telling me. Tuesday started off normal enough. Even the trip to the hospital and the consent forms and blood work fell right in line with any other day. However, this Tuesday was surgery-day for me. I parked my wheelchair in an all-too-familiar ‘Pre-Op’ room, and pulled out my iPad ready for a long wait. To my surprise, I was almost immediately called back. Perhaps my ‘frequent visitor’ status was finally cashing-in. I said my goodbyes to Mom and Steve, who had come to see me off. And then!… I sat alone in a staging area for nearly three hours before I felt a searing pain spread through my hand which I quickly identified as “the-Good-stuff”, or rather the potent cocktail served up by the anesthesiologist that put me asleep.
What was planned to be a three to four hour operation ended up lasting around six hours. This was due mainly to the surgeons finding unexpected wounds to my inner ear which took longer to repair. A plastic surgeon was also there, who revised a large scar on my right shoulder to increase its range of motion. Another doctor moved some hardware around in my right arm to begin the process of fusing my elbow. By a little after ten o’clock, I was finally up in my hospital bed beginning a couple days of misery. It was A LOT of work, and I honestly feel like a piece of sushi. In the end, the many surgeons who worked on me were all happy and positive and are each confident that many issues were resolved. My left thigh is about twice its normal size, and my left ear is swollen and oozing, feeling like a cold, wet sponge. The head surgeon was kind enough to let one of the nurses use my camera in the OR, and while I won’t post the gory images online, the bone that was removed resembled the likes of some coarse sea coral. The photos included a nice video of one surgeon using a medical power saw to cut off about an inch of my left femur. Perhaps that might explain that sharp, aching feeling in that area.. Good times.
OK. Enough for now, as I need some IV antibiotics to treat for another potential infection. Thanks to each and every one of you who continue to care about and pray for me. I’d especially like to thank Rob Gronkowski (one of my favorite players on the Patriots) for taking the time out of his busy life to brighten my day through a simple phone call one night last week. Thanks for keeping me moving.