Did you start yet?

Well surgery day was Tuesday morning and everything was smooth as can be. We arrived at 6am by seven I had my IV in and I was ready to go. Minor complication with the IV as they tried to put in my right arm and apparently my veins are better in my left. But no biggie. The anasteoligist came in, and Mindy was relieved that he appeared to be a jew. I said to him that I had heard that if I looked pittiful and said I was nervous that he would give me some happy juice. He tested me, and wanted to see my pittiful look. Obviously not knowing he wasn't running into any amateur here, this was a trained actor and dramatist that could look pittiful in a moments notice. He was impressed with my look and indeed gave me the happy juice. Dr. Kosar came in briefly, said hello and then dissapeared. The rest is a total blur. My first conscious moment was probably around noon, but apparently things were even more interesting when I first came out of anastesia. According to the Dr. I put up quite a fight and it took 6 people to hold me down. Yeah that's right, not two or three or even four or five like some wimps, but six.
At around two, they wanted to get me up and walking but my body wasn't ready. The blood rushed to my head and some bad nausea overcame me. I just said get me back in bed and get me some meds. So they did and all was well again. I was going to take my sweet time and make sure that I was totally comfortable before leaving. Finally around 4pm I was ready to walk around and go for a pp. Normally an uneventful happening, but not quite the case when your wife is in the pp room with you and his holding your IV bag. I never have had such a difficult time with a simple pp. Eventually after Mindy had turned on the faucet and I stood there for about five minutes with my legs shaking, I conjured up the strength to go p. Shortly thereafter, they took my IV out and I was ready to go.
My time at home has been fine. Some minor pain, that is manageable with the pain medication. Some definite adjustment in figuring how to get up without using your stomach muscles, but not as much of a struggle as I had anticipated. I do a lot of walking, mainly pacing in the bedroom to try and get rid of the gas that they put in you which causes your shoulder to hurt pretty bad. Sleeping has been very on and off. At night I have been sleeping for a couple of hours, then awake for a couple of hours, then repeat. But again all in all the recovery has been pretty easy and pretty minor. I plan to go into the office tomorrow for a few hours, Poppi is going to take me, and hopefully more and more over the course of the weekend my life will return to some normalcy. More to come.