So I was reminded that I have not posted an update, my apologies. Write it down, thats one for the record books. So, here goes....
Day of surgery, I explain to the doctor and nursing staff that it is hard for me to wake up from anaesthesia. I explain that the best way to wake me up is to have my wife there as I can get violent if she is not there. I was supposed to wake up around 1:00 p.m., but they didn't heed my warning about the anesthesia. I recall the first instance of waking up and a resident was within reach and I snatch him the the shirt, jersey him to me and asked where my wife was, politely, at least I thought I was polite. I was out again. I woke up another time to a nurse who got too close to me and left imprints on her forearm, still asking for my wife, politely, I swear. Around 5:00p.m., I finally woke up and started pulling on the machines when a new shift nurse peeked in from outaide the curtain and asked if I was awake and tame. Yes, asked if I was tame. They rapidly helped me dress like they were trying to shove me out the door and to the car.
Then it was being confined to my bed for the next 4 weeks. Not happy, but lots of strawberry cheesecake ice cream in a waffle cone.
Then it was back to work and ridiculous physical therapy from the VA that I could have printed off from the internet myself and done from home, which is what they wanted me to do anyways.
And now I'm expected full duty by November 17th according to surgeon I met with Wednesday. Yay me. All this anti-police sentiment, verbal threats, protestint, makes me want to open a can of 5.56 and have fun.
Is it retirement yet?
Is it Gathering yet?
Is it 2021 yet?
Raz