… especially for those I left behind.
“Oh… you’re back. I see.”
“Huh. Thought you might be staying in the hospital longer than that.”
“Oh hai. I suppose you want your good chair back.”
But seriously, this is where we find out what the true limitations of modern medicine are. Lying in the hospital bed, I wondered how I would manage taking a shower without getting the site of the surgery wet. They told me “Do not get the site of the surgery wet, or you will die!!!!” … So I, over time, I asked a couple of nurses and doctors their opinion on how to do this. It was a little like asking for the cure to evil spirits of a group of townspeople in the 9th century: Alchemy, inconsistency, and a general throwing up of the hands. Modern medicine does not have a device or a drug for that, in part, perhaps, because they don’t have to be there to deal with it themselves. They just send you off and say “Don’t let that thing get wet…”
I am now on a regular Vicodin dose and that has become rather interesting. There are times when the background pain is minimal, and then all of the sudden it feels like an incompetent woodsman hacked at my leg with the wrong end of a dull ax. But when I’m really stoned, such things don’t matter as much, so I stay slightly really stoned.
This, of course, has side effects. I believe I watched the same exact winter Olympics event six times over 48 hours. First they show the event, then they show it again. Then they repeat the whole thing in the wee hours of the morning. So that’s three times, but there is this one winter Olympics event they apparently do twice: Once they call it “down hill skiing” then the other time they call it “Super G” or something like that. As far as I can tell, there is no difference whatsoever between the two, even down to which skiers win and which skiers fall down. The same thhing happens with ice skating. They seem to have the same exact event, plus/minus, happening again and again. Olympic Ground Hog Day.
Then, of course, they do all this for men vs women, so that’s really 12 times for the skiing and I don’t know how many times for the skating (which has the additional permutation of men PLUS women). No wonder this thing takes 12 weeks.
With the death of Grandma Cartin, there will be family coming into town. It is therefore very inconvenient for them that I’m staying at the inlaws, where we are closer to Amanda’s work and it will be easier to take care of two babies instead of one (me being the second one). But the visiting couple will have to sleep in the garage or something. The Vicodin takes the edge off my guilt, but it can not make it go completely away.