I have been retired from ultra running for a few years. Gain too much weight and feeling old, tired and beaten. Got to get back into the game. HAT Run 2014 will be my return. It is going to be ugly but it need to be done.
I am board! Seven days lounging about is sinful, I need to get off the dole and reenter civil society. Tomorrow, it's back to work and more importantly back to working out. Enough is enough!
As far as the recovery is concerned, it was uneventful and relatively pain free. I was able to do everything I wanted to do. The problem was the only thing I wanted to do was watch TV and eat ice-cream. My home has become couch potato central. Gotta get up and move!
So far the post surgery recovery has been easy. All the post operative pain has been controlled by the meds, ice packs and bourbon.
I was able to walk few laps around the block, go out to lunch and do some light gardening. The rest of the days was spent watching TV. I am becoming addictive to swamp people. I wonder if Trader Joes sells gator bites?
Yesterday was surgery day. We arrive at St. Joseph's a little after 6 am. Check in was very quick since I did the pre registration on line. All we had to do was steep up to an airport like kiosk and scan our driver's license. I was given some paperwork and a lojack line bracelet that would track my whereabouts in the hospital. This was pretty cool since my wife could watch on a monitor and get real time updates where I was.
We were then directed to the outpatient surgery center. The lojack must have been working because as soon as we arrived a nurse was calling me to come back to the prep area.
Prep was simple, get naked, put on gown, start IV. We had a short talk talk with the Surgeon and Anesthesiologist.( I lost a bit of faith in the latter when he said no one should run over 3 miles at a time)
I was wheel chaired to the OR and got on the table. 15 seconds later I was out.
The procedure took about 1 1/2 hours. I awoke in the recover room feeling fairly well but told the nurse that I needed more painkiller. I have learned to never refuse good drugs. I drank a coke and was allowed to dress, pausing a bit to admire my new manscaping.
I was wheeled out to the car and was home before noon. I took w painkiller and iced my incisions and spent the rest if the day in bed watching tv.
This morning I woke up a bit sore but that was easily controlled by the meds. We did a short walk and picked a few things from the garden.
I moving slow but doing better than I thought I would be doing.