I'm So Scared That I'll Never Get Put Back Together.

Bonjourno! This is my blog. It's been a while (stop me if you've heard this before). Why has it been so long, you ask? Well, this blog will actually explain why it's been a few why I've blogged. Long story short, I had to have surgery done. What kind of surgery? Well, I'll simply name the surgery and allow you to go from there to figure it out or whatever: it's called a urethroplasty. Yeah, sounds pretty brutal, right? Well, it shockingly wasn't too terrible. Ok, yeah, it sorta was. But I digress.

For starters, we had to be at the hospital at about 5 in the morning or so, for my surgery (which started at about 7:30 or so, if memory serves). I only got about three hours of sleep the night before, so I was incredibly tired, but that will be irrelevant later on. The two and a half hour period between my surgery and my arrival was perhaps the most nervewracking wait for anything I've ever experienced. To be totally honest, I was incredibly damn nervous. This was my first major surgery, so understandably, I was genuinely freaked out. I basically just waited and watched Sportscenter while intermittently talking to the numerous doctors/surgeons/anesthesiologists that came in to talk to me, and basically attempted to not be so nervous about stuff. Then, 7:30 arrived. They laid me on the operating table............and went at it.

Ok, kidding.

But they talked to me for a bit, got me situated and what have you, had me wear this odd foil hat (as I said to the nurse, I didn't know whether to wear it or put my leftovers in it. *rimshot*), and then gave me the anesthesia, and whatever happened from the period after that and me being in recovery is totally washed from my memory. I woke up in quite a bit of pain, feeling rather crappy obviously, as most people do right after surgery. All of the rooms were full, so I was stuck in the recovery room for quite a long time. I have no idea how long, because I essentially combated the long wait by sleeping. Yeah, sleeping. But finally, at around 4 or so, if memory serves, I was finally taken up to my room. After that, it was a pretty interesting experience. Typical hospital staying and what have you. Nurses coming in and checking my vitals and all that jazz. Kinda amusing, my family would talk to me and I would literally fall asleep while they were speaking to me. Anesthesia's nutty, man.

I shared a room with a rather kind older man, who didn't really talk too much, but as I said, he seemed friendly enough. My dad talked a bit about NASCAR with him, but I never got the chance to speak with him. I was really bummed for him because he didn't have any visitors or anything (at least during the time that I was there), which I can imagine was really bad. I was going to wish him a quick recovery before I left, but some doctors were speaking to him, so I didn't have the time.

As I said, the rest of my hospital experience was pretty normal. I slept alot, and met a ton of doctors and nurses who were all incredibly friendly and helpful, and overall, I would say my time at the hospital was actually really enjoyable. It didn't hurt they had cable, though. :P But overall, it was great. Not saying I wasn't glad to leave, because.............well, yeah. Laying in bed watching TV for an extended period of time is only entertaining for so long, so thankfully I got to leave earlier today, and got home about 5 1/2 hours ago, and am basically on the road to recovery. Got a few weeks before my post-op checkup, so hopefully all goes well with the healing and what have you, and I'll be back and fully recovered soon.

Sorry for the incredibly long blog, but I had a bit more to talk about than I imagined I would. Well, anyways, I'm off to go lie down and continue recovering. Wish me luck, guys. :)

Peace and love.