Well there’s a nice little photo of them drawing on my princess’ ankle before surgery and another photo of her foot all wrapped up so it’s about as big as a watermelon. However, my phone apparently got into an argument with my computer and they’re not talking so I can’t transfer the photos.
Princess is fine, now that the pain drugs have kicked in. Apparently she takes after my sister and morphine doesn’t do squat for her. Damn, I remember them giving me that stuff after the c-section and it worked just fine. I recall trying to make a few phone calls to say Stephen was born and struggling to talk without slurring.
I have no idea why I am so tired when I spent most of the day sitting around and waiting. The surgery itself took an hour. Yet we were in the hospital for 6 hours. The surgery better have fixed the ankle problem because I don’t really want to repeat all that again.
October 6th, 2008 at 11:36 pm Quote
Glad it went well. I hope your computer and phone make up soon!
October 7th, 2008 at 12:18 am Quote
FS for a quick recovery for TG
October 7th, 2008 at 5:16 am Quote
Wow…you post way more than I do
I have some catching up to do…but first I want to tell you my morphine story. After my heart attack I was moved to a room in CCU, I was hooked up to everything, including a niroglycerin drip and a morphine drip. Nearby me, on the bedside table was a phone. I apparantly made several inoherant calls to friends to let them know where I was and quite possibly hung up on my sister at some point 
Personally…I love the morphine.
October 7th, 2008 at 1:29 pm Quote
Morphine gives me hives…but it’s worth it
I’m glad she is doing well and if your electronics keep acting up you need to get them some therapy.
October 8th, 2008 at 4:08 pm Quote
So, the phone and the computer must still be at an impasse, huh? Darn, I wanted to see someone with ankles bigger than mine!
I have no morphine story, because I got demerol. Which did absolutely nothing for me, or so I thought. In fact, I was wishing that they would give me some morphine along with the demerol because not only was I pain, but I was also 100% aware of EVERYTHING. Or so I thought. Later, people told me the things I said and did when I was so aware. Oh yeah. I wasn’t totally nice.
I hope Theresa is feeling better every day and that you’re hangin’ in there, too, Monk. Take care…