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The first great adventure
For some reason, after a week of being confined to the house and the hospital, I was getting a little shack-wacky. So, since I felt reasonable, I figured I take a run down and get a coffee. But, this took a bit of logistical planning.
We loaned one of the vehicles out so I only had the pickup. However, it was hooked up to the boat. I can disconnect the wires and chains, but can’t lift the hitch off the trailer. I’ve been given a 20 lb weight limit for the next six weeks and there are moments when I think I probably couldn’t lift that much. Clara saved the day by lifting the trailer off the boat and putting the tongue on blocks. Thanks, Honey.
So, I headed downtown, saw a few people, grabbed a coffee, bought some drugs, and, after an hour and 15 minutes, was ready to head home. I was out of steam but made sure I hadn’t overdone it. Not bad for a week after surgery. I will admit that a nap followed shortly afterwards.
So, thus endeth my first post surgery adventure. Cue the Indiana Jones theme at any time…
Deja vu… encore
Well, I went off to see the surgeon again the other day to get his perspective on my incisional hernia. My family doctor’s comments were not what I was hoping to hear. It went along the lines of, “Oh, it’s let go completely. Back to the body shop for you.”
At the consult, the surgeon sort of agreed. I say, “Sort of” since I don’t have an incisional hernia. I have two. I feel like I”ve been bulk shopping, although this probably wasn’t my planned purchase.
What happened? Well, 10% of abdominal surgeries do develop a later hernia. Also, remember my little slip on the ice on Christmas Eve? That was probably the biggest contributor to my current ills. And, the fact that both incisions got infected probably threw in a last two cents (of course, that’s now rounded up to a nickel) that was needed.
It’s not an emergency so I’m going in the regular rotation. No, I’m not coming in relief in the eighth inning. It means that I go for surgery at the end of July or in August. It means a three-day stay in hospital and no lifting for two months. If this is the brass ring, I think I’d like off this merry-go-round at any time.
This better not cut into my fishing…
