Originally posted April 12, 2009

Just a warning, this post is gonna mention some stuff that ain’t the sort of thing one usually talks about in polite company.

Wednesday morning everything was going fine… by about 12:30 they brought me back to change into a gown. Put me in pre-op in this wonderfully flattering paper gown and some compression socks to help prevent blood clots in my legs. And it’s there I lay and wait, and wait, and wait.

Another surgeon had some issues and my surgeon was called in to assist. Wasn’t a bariatric surgery, something unrelated. It was just after 5pm by the time I was actually wheeled to the operating room… and I don’t remember much after that… cept they played air-hockey with me. Well, not really, but there was some pad thing I was on that inflated and .. floated me from the gurney to the operating table.