Yay, a blog post!
On Friday, I had to have surgery on my arm again, this time to remove the metal plate. The bone healed nicely and the plate was too big for me, so it was better to get it out.
For the first surgery, I was put under general anesthesia, so I was asleep and only managed to say a couple of silly things at the end. This time, the anesthesiologists put a local anesthesia in my arm and then gave me a sedative. Ah, sedatives. This was the first and hopefully last time I'll ever need one, because I embarrassed myself. This sedative left me in a half-awake, half-dreaming loopy stupor during which I said everything that came to mind. Unfortunately, Alexandre wasn't allowed in during this surgery. Maybe he would've told me to just stop talking, to avoid saying all of this nonsense (and these are just the things I remember):
"You know, in the last surgery, the doctors said I kept speaking to them in English. Like, they'd ask me if I was in pain, and I'd say, "only a little bit". So I might do that to you."
"Can you take this thing out of my nose?" [It was the oxygen tubes]
"How about now?"
"This thing in my nose is really bothering me. Can you take it out?"
At one point, someone asked me what my job was.
"I'm an English teacher. But usually I'm much smarter than this, than I am right now. I swear."
One of them asked me if I could be his teacher. I said, "sure, but if you call me, I probably won't remember you." At the time, I thought he was serious, but I think now they were just asking me random questions to see what I would say.
"Hey. You guys are orthopedic surgeons. You know, I have a pinky toe that is permanently broken and bends at a 90-degree angle. You should look at it."
As soon as the surgery finished, I insisted that the doctor look at it. He humored me, told me the tendon was probably torn or something.
At one point, some nurse came in and was fiddling with my gown and my blankets. She told me what she was doing, but I don't remember now. I didn't have any clothes on, so I shouted "DON'T LOOK!" to all the male doctors. Classy.
"I can't feel my arm. I can hear you guys over there talking about it and doing things but I can't feel it. That's so crazy. Anesthesia is crazy."
"You know, I want to thank you all for your years of service and study. I know it's so much work and time for you guys to become doctors. Thanks for doing that so you can help people. You guys are amazing."
So it was basically like being drunk except I didn't cry about anything, so that's good. I don't think I said anything too embarrassing or incriminating. I was just a chatty kathy.
I'm gonna try to write more in the blog, I swear. I think of things to write and then I think that people probably wouldn't care about reading it. I've been so unmotivated.
But I hope you enjoyed my surgical babble.