Under the Knife


The last time I had anything even remotely approaching surgery done was some twenty years ago.  And that was just some local anesthetic to take care of a cyst.  The last knock-me-out surgery I had was when I was five or six years old and had my tonsils out.  Apparently I was quite the cool customer; when the nurses came to give me the shot to put me to sleep, they drew the curtains around my bed expecting all hell to break loose.  Only it didn’t.  I accepted my fate with all the grace and dignity a kid that age can manage and promptly passed out.  I remember waking briefly in the operating room, seeing an IV in my hand and thinking it was strange, and blacking out again.  Then the next morning I woke up and had Cap’n Crunch for breakfast.  I was freakin’ Iron Man back then.

Of course now, the idea of being put to sleep freaks me out.  I know logically that I fall unconscious every single night for six hours or more, but that’s nature.  And also, nobody is coming in and cutting me open while I do it.  At least, I sincerely hope that’s not happening, or else my life is a Hellraiser movie waiting to happen.  But seriously, things can go wrong when you’re being operated on, and the idea of getting anesthetized and never waking up again is kinda terrifying.  Not enough to keep me from getting necessary surgery done, but boy there had better be some really good drugs involved beforehand.

I say all this because this morning Jillian went in for surgery on her neck.  An anterior cervical discectomy and fusion, to specific, to take care of some herniated discs that were causing her some terrible pain.  Neither of us were all too worried about it; her biggest concern was having this done, going through the recovery (which involves a neck brace for a good stretch of time) and still having the pain, something that can happen with these types of surgeries.  Discs and nerves are real tricky things and don’t always respond the way we think they do.

But we’re hoping for the best.  I’ve seen firsthand what the pain this causes does to her, and on top of her RA, it was not welcome in the slightest.  With any luck, soon I’ll be the only pain in the neck she has to worry about.

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