OT - Back Home From Surgery -Can Now Relate To "Braveheart", Lol.
Terraformer_Author
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Hi guys -
It's going to take about four days before I can start working on junk again in ernest - as I have now returned home after having a "laproscopic ventral hernia" repair. I am already "somewhat" walking - so recovery should be rather quick if all goes well - don't cry for me Argentina, lol.
Anyway - it's an interesting first for me - as I have never actually had a surgical experience before ( with the exception of dental stuff), so I'm growing as a human type creature, and as I have apparently now reached the age of inevitably losing my medical virginity, I come to the realization that I have entered the wonderful new world of ever advancing chronologically initiated biological decrepitude - lol. The pain I experienced upon fully awakening from anesthesia somewhat reminded me of the latter scenes of the movie "Braveheart" (not particularly a Gibson Fan, but the story was interesting in that Scotland very well came close back then to becoming a permanent second kingdom on the British Isles - that - and there were a lot of cool fight scenes, lol).
Yes - you may now assume that I am a "whiny little Nancy girl / crybaby momma's boy" without fear of retribution for making such a drastic comparison, lol. I experience my most delicious agony when I attempt to cough (oh joy!), lol.
It's kinda cool and mysterious in a way - because I now have a bandage binding around my entire mid section that's covered with mysterious geometric bulges, and a few small spatterings of intermittent blood - that
I am absolutely horrified to peak under, lol.
This too shall pass however - and after I dry it up and trade in my pink cotton panties for army green Boxer Shorts, and rediscover my manhood by wrestling a nice, chunky Kodiak Grizzly Bear somewhere - I'll be just swell as a bell and candy dandy, lol.
When I feel better - I have decided to push on to work on T1.0 - and then maybe eventually finishing up the symbols project thing (that's the goal anyway). Full recovery is projected to be around two months away - but I'll only be in the delicate zone for about a week or two, so no biggy.
Chow and keep mapping - Billybob.
P.S. - I just took some pain meds earlier - so disregard this post accordingly, lol.
It's going to take about four days before I can start working on junk again in ernest - as I have now returned home after having a "laproscopic ventral hernia" repair. I am already "somewhat" walking - so recovery should be rather quick if all goes well - don't cry for me Argentina, lol.
Anyway - it's an interesting first for me - as I have never actually had a surgical experience before ( with the exception of dental stuff), so I'm growing as a human type creature, and as I have apparently now reached the age of inevitably losing my medical virginity, I come to the realization that I have entered the wonderful new world of ever advancing chronologically initiated biological decrepitude - lol. The pain I experienced upon fully awakening from anesthesia somewhat reminded me of the latter scenes of the movie "Braveheart" (not particularly a Gibson Fan, but the story was interesting in that Scotland very well came close back then to becoming a permanent second kingdom on the British Isles - that - and there were a lot of cool fight scenes, lol).
Yes - you may now assume that I am a "whiny little Nancy girl / crybaby momma's boy" without fear of retribution for making such a drastic comparison, lol. I experience my most delicious agony when I attempt to cough (oh joy!), lol.
It's kinda cool and mysterious in a way - because I now have a bandage binding around my entire mid section that's covered with mysterious geometric bulges, and a few small spatterings of intermittent blood - that
I am absolutely horrified to peak under, lol.
This too shall pass however - and after I dry it up and trade in my pink cotton panties for army green Boxer Shorts, and rediscover my manhood by wrestling a nice, chunky Kodiak Grizzly Bear somewhere - I'll be just swell as a bell and candy dandy, lol.
When I feel better - I have decided to push on to work on T1.0 - and then maybe eventually finishing up the symbols project thing (that's the goal anyway). Full recovery is projected to be around two months away - but I'll only be in the delicate zone for about a week or two, so no biggy.
Chow and keep mapping - Billybob.
P.S. - I just took some pain meds earlier - so disregard this post accordingly, lol.
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Cheers,
~Dogtag
* "Real" because it was laproscopic. Real surgery involves opening your body to the world, followed by scars that beg for origin stories. I am, of course, joking.
Actually I wish I had a more interesting story for these particular battle scars - other than the truthful response that - "Excessive snacking on saturated, sugary goodies - and lifting stuff with my gut and back, as opposed to my slightly flabby arms - and pasty middle aged legs are to blame" . There's really no way to embellish or "church up" that rather mediocre, specific explanation, lol - but it's a nice thought nonetheless. I could tell the ladies that I got it diving on an enemy hand grenade during the war - or attempting to save a kitten from a burning fire works factory - but I don't want to go to hell for lieing - and I'm bad at it anyway, lol.
Chow - and thank you amigo.
You have my sympathy, I hope the Braveheart effect wears off soon.
I surely hope that she's doing well - and thank you my friend for your well wishes. Yes - when I came to - it was not a tickle that I felt in the least - to be sure, but right now - I'm walking, picking up VERY light loads - and I'm getting around pretty good - recovery will be quick. I just hate it when I cough, feels a little like getting kicked in the gut, lol. Thank you Jimmy! - I just hope that I don't pop my seams, lol.
Besides - I would look silly in blue war paint...Maybe a little blush - some eye liner for that sexy, dramatic effect - but that's it, lol.
As I recall - before my surgery (unlike William Wallace) - I was not asked to sign a confession to anything per se, but what I may have mumbled while under sedation concerning my love life might be a different matter entirely, lol. I do recall that my brother told me that I had referred to a few of the nurses rather publically as "chubby but nice" while under sedation in the recovery room. I cannot rightfully be held responsible for that comment due to my state of inebriation, lol.