Surfacing . . .
Sunday, November 1, 2009 at 2:07PM Too bad about the Packers. I think the Favre hype really got to them in the first half, where the entire team had that deer-in-the-headlights look about "the most important game of the year!" That was just an ugly performance where our very young team looked downright unprofessional in their preparation and play. Then McCarthy actually started adjusting in the 3rd quarter and it became a game (maybe his staff was listening to Aikman complain loudly about the painfully unimaginative play-calling). But that was too late against a team as star-stuffed as the Vikings are right now, so Minnesota is pre-emptively awarded the league championship at 7-1 and Fox calls off the rest of the season in favor of following Brett 24-7 in a reality TV show (you know it will have to happen eventually).
A sad finish to a long weekend that otherwise went very well for me.
Surgery on Thursday was two hours, primarily because the doc found a portion of infected bone near the cyst that he removed. That required a lot of clean-up, apparently, but, in his mind, it explained my non-stop infections. The bone near the cyst apparent became contaminated from the repeat infections the growth was causing, so I was never going to get better absent some intervention.
The surgery for me was a relative breeze. I woke up with no particular pain (meaning it was easily handled by the meds) and was back home at 2:30. I had only internal packing, most of which should dissolve before I see the doc next Thursday. Big thing for me has been keeping still, as almost any movement triggered a blood flow, but I was stable enough to walk my two younger kids around the neighborhood last night and go to mass this morning with everybody. I been on Vicodin all weekend, in a homage to Brett.
The difference in how I feel is pretty strong. I actually felt better right after the surgery and since than I've felt in the past couple of months! I no longer have that dark cloud feeling in my head, which had gotten so bad I did feel like my skull itself was infected at times. I can also breath through big chunks of my head like never before (So THAT's how that works!), meaning I can actually hock a loogie now (can't blow out at all--docs's orders), something I could never do before in my life. It's weird, but I actually think I can now breathe in the same way that most everybody else has always done, and it's only taken me 47 years to achieve that minor miracle.
Doesn't mean I'm still not eager to leave Indy and move back East, where my allergies were always a lot easier (same with spouse and kids), but I do think I won't be operating here anymore behind the 8-ball all the time.
So, in the end, I only wish I had that surgery about 10 months ago. Frankly, it was such a breeze I would have glady had it ten times since last December if it meant no infections.
So we'll see where it takes me now.
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