Under the Knife

Well, I experienced my first surgery today. A right inguinal hernia repair. A real son-of-a-bitch since it was something that just randomly occurred. I don't remember any specific moment when I thought, "something is just not right." It actually started off so small that I thought it may have been a pulled muscle, but when it slowly grew in size, I knew just what it was.

The surgery was pretty simple really, as far as I can guess. Some Versed and lights out. When I awoke, 45 minutes later, I was a little groggy and cleaned up like a porn star, but feeling just fine. I was moved to the post op room, completely woke up and finally got something to eat. I'm a big fan of breakfast so I wasn't happy with the idea of not eating in the morning. It wasn't long before I had to take a leak, a good thing since the alternative is a catheter. No way in hell I wanted that!

By 11:30 I was home, only three hours after the procedure began. Now I'm just sitting around with a pack of ice on my junk bored out of my mind. I don't have the right personality for this. Its only been four hours since I got home and I'm already going crazy. I'm not quite sure how long the recovery should be, but I do know it will be over a week. Yikes. I'm so screwed, ha.