You have all heard it many times:
Its no big deal, its just minor surgery
she will be fine it’s just minor outpatient surgery, it doesn’t even require a hospital stay
Well let me tell you, that’s all fine and dandy when it aint us having the surgery. It makes us feel better about not calling and not really caring about whoever is having the surgery.
Now, as someone who has been there, allow me to give you the real truth.
When a doctor or doctors have to put you into a medically induced coma to keep you from dying because of the effects the pain of what they are doing will have on you…There ain’t nothing minor about it.
So the chances that you will survive the surgery are very high, and the fact that they can send you home from a surgery center an hour or so after bringing you out of your medically induced coma truly is amazing. The truth is, it isn’t minor.
In the coming days you will hear a lot about a drug called Propofol, aka Diprovan. It will be related to the Michael Jackson death. I have some experience with this drug, it has been used on me twice. It’s what the anestheologist uses to induce that coma that allows you to survive surgery, be it major (as in the case of my spinal surgery) or “minor” as in the case of my recent sinus surgery. It’s an amazing drug that only came into use less than twenty years ago.
But when it’s used on you, or someone you even care a little bit about, It means that they are about to undergo some very painful days.
For me, in some ways this sinus surgery was worse than my spinal surgery, for sure it hurt more, a lot more, not because of anything except the fact that I had a morphine drip with on demand delivery for 8 days after the spinal surgery…that and a massive dose of percocet every three hours kept me null and void.
This time there was no morphine, yes I had the Percocet but they didn’t stop the pain, not even a little. I have an extraordinarily high tolerance for pain, but persistant pain over days will wear down anyone. Fri, the day of the surgery wasnt too bad because of the lasting effects of the anesthesia combined with the pain meds and lack of swelling and what not. Saturday it got worse, and Sunday and most of Monday were excruciating, the throbbing and the stinging and the constant pain could be dulled, but they didn’t go away and you couldn’t be distracted from them. Sleep was all but impossible and the nose bleed was a constant.
Eventually on Tuesday it lightened up, and when it did it got better quick, the nose bleed stopped mostly, and the pain meds could mask the pain to a level where I could actually sleep for more than 15 mins at a time. Today I have been able to gently blow my nose, as long as the percocet was kicked in. I blew out a LOT of coagulated and congealed blood. Eventually it got to the point that I don’t feel congested anymore. I still use the saline spray 10-12 times a day and Im still on the Percocet but I have halved the dosage, instead of 2 every 4 hrs I can do one every 4 to 6 hours without much discomfort.
You may be wondering why I’m telling you all this. I’m telling you my experience because every one of you will either have this surgery or know someone who will have to have it. It’s commonly refered to as having your sinuses roto-rootered and thats pretty much exactly what they do to you. I also had a deviated septum fixed, which no doubt added to the pain.
As people who know me say all the time…Damn South you’re a tough motherfucker dude. Well I dunno about that I’m just me, I probably am pretty tough, I don’t bitch about being uncomfortable, I face my problems and trials in life head on and I have never once said why me, nor will I, that’s a pussy thing to even think.
Like the spinal surgery I said simply one of two things will happen, I will own this or this will own me. Like The spinal surgery I owned this.
So the next time someone you care about is having “minor outpatient surgery” remember what you read here today, remember how this tough old mother fucker was brought to writing this by pain that I hope NONE of you EVER has to endure. And remember the one thing that makes that person feel better, is knowing that you care enough to email, call, text, send a card or whatever.
What few moments I had that made me feel even a little better came from friends and family who thought enough to say how are you feeling. I even got good wishes from someone who I know doesn’t like me, and he admitted he doesn’t like me but he also has enough humanity in him to appreciate and empathize with my situation.
I now have a lot more respect for this guy because unlike other pussies who tell everyone else they don’t like me but pretend to be my friend to my face this guy admits he doesn’t like me but tells me to my face he doesn’t want to see me suffering. I respect that. Same as I respected Kurt Lockwood doing it when I has my spinal surgery. I know some so called friends who could learn an awfull lot about being a real man from this guy.
There’s a lot of lessons in this post, a lot of things for y’all to remember, one day you will in a position to use this info so dont forget it.
Thank you again to all the people, friends or not, who have sent me a little cheer. And thank you to all my real friends who have offered anything I need, I’m lucky to have you in my life.