Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Slicin' and dicin'

  Tomorrow afternoon, I'll be going under the knife. For those of you who might have missed it in recent blogs, I'm getting surgery for a deviated septum, caused by a number of nose breaks and other head traumas.
  The hope is that this will help me to breathe better at night and at least alleviate some of the apnea issues. It's a fairly big procedure, and I'll be intubated and put fully under. I'm told the recovery is pretty rough. Docs are saying that I will need a week or more of recovery, but I have to be back to the world by Monday night for a rehearsal and then back to work Tuesday morning. I typically bounce back pretty quick, so I'm optimistic about my recoup time.
  I initially told the hospital that I'd take a cab home from the surgery, but they wouldn't allow that and said I'd be physically unable to take care of myself the first couple of days. So, I did what any 35 year old man would do. I called my Mum. I'm flying her in to look after me for the weekend.
  Thanks for the well wishes and prayers all, and I'll catch you on the flip-flop.


  1. Good luck and best wishes. We'll be thinking about you.

    Last time I had surgery I found it mildly amusing that I had full permission to wander the halls "at work" (I work for a hospital) with no pants on (in a gown). I hope your catheter experience is better than mine was. I'll spare you the details.

    Hope all the blows to the groin you've taken over the years don't eventually require some type of preemptive surgery.

  2. My first thought was that I was worried that you'd push yourself too much after the surgery and your face would explode or something but then I got to the part about your mom. Moms are great at "tying down" their kids after surgeries. Okay, I lied a little bit. My first thought was actually you wearing nothing but a surgical gown. Then I thought about the other stuff.