So I decided to go for it - laminectomy. I wished I didn't need to, but my lower back was still all cramped up, I was walking with a heavy limp (part of it felt like dead meat), and I wanted this whole experience over and done with. Arriving at the hospital early morning, I was first asked to wait and undress, and put on ridiculous looking, plastic ... errr, underwear. Then the anesthetist walked in, introduced himself and asked a few questions (about allergies etc.). I was then rolled into a room next to the theatre, where the anesthetist's assistant introduced herself, and again had a few questions for me, and stuff I had to sign. Shortly after arriving, they rolled me in the theatre, and I remember asking the anesthetist why their was like white smoke coming out of tubes above me (something to do with sterilising I think I remember). I said "hi" to the surgeon as he walked in, and then the anesthetist put a needle in my arm, and shortly after that put a mask on my face, and the lights went out.
I woke up in a room where a lady said something like "Ah, he's awake" and they rolled me out of there, off to Intensive Care - where I was to spend 24 hours for observation. A bad 24 hours, with very caring and attentive nurses - but I was not allowed to move, I had to stay on my back for 24 hours, and tat started to piss me off after, ... well, after I wasn't able to sleep on my back. Nurses came and went, gave me sleeping pills, washed me from top to toe, but I was wide awake, and terribly hungry.
Finally then, the next day, after the surgeon came for a check-up and declared that I was doing OK, I was given breakfast (lying down on my side). The catheder was removed (aarrrghhh) and I was introduced to the physiotherapist, who told me to get up and walk to my hospital bed in another room. Yes, walk ... after I wasn;t even allowed to move about an hour ago. There was a filthy thing with blood dangling from my back (residue from the operation) and a really annoying needle coming out of the side of my throat - which the nurses only removed the next day.
I woke up in a room where a lady said something like "Ah, he's awake" and they rolled me out of there, off to Intensive Care - where I was to spend 24 hours for observation. A bad 24 hours, with very caring and attentive nurses - but I was not allowed to move, I had to stay on my back for 24 hours, and tat started to piss me off after, ... well, after I wasn't able to sleep on my back. Nurses came and went, gave me sleeping pills, washed me from top to toe, but I was wide awake, and terribly hungry.
Finally then, the next day, after the surgeon came for a check-up and declared that I was doing OK, I was given breakfast (lying down on my side). The catheder was removed (aarrrghhh) and I was introduced to the physiotherapist, who told me to get up and walk to my hospital bed in another room. Yes, walk ... after I wasn;t even allowed to move about an hour ago. There was a filthy thing with blood dangling from my back (residue from the operation) and a really annoying needle coming out of the side of my throat - which the nurses only removed the next day.
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