Was so discouraging I am having a difficult time making myself write about it. It sucked and I sucked. That’s really all there was to it.
On another note, I received a call from the surgeon’s assistant late Friday saying he had to postpone my surgery till next week due do a “family emergency.” Family emergency? I don’t buy it. He probably checked his calendar for the upcoming week and saw that it was Thanksgiving and decided, shit, I want to take an extended golf weekend in Palms Springs. Cancel all scheduled surgeries.
And this really screws up MY plans for Thanksgiving. I had planned to sit on the couch drooling in a percocet haze with an ice machine strapped to my shoulder pumping frozen water. I’m not making this up either. At my pre-surgery appointment last week, they showed me this ice machine contraption that I bring home with me that is comprised of a large wrap that surrounds my shoulder with a tube that runs to a machine that you fill with ice and water. The machine pumps frozen ice-water to the wrap that surrounds the shoulder, and I am to do this for 30 minutes at a time every hour on the hour for the first 72 hours post surgery. Damn. And yes, when I sat across from the surgeon as he wrote out the prescription for my post surgery pain killers, he said percocet – not vicodin – percocet is much stronger and he likes the strong shit. I filled with a warm and fuzzy anticipation at the thought of it! Ah….
So I will not only be able to just sit on the couch dozing in and out while watching football and having frozen water pumped to my shoulder, I now will be expected to actually help with Thanksgiving dinner and participation in family conversation. Dammit!
Family emergency! Bullshit.