Update: I was out of the hospital immediately Monday, save for two hours sleeping in recovery. Was going to take a spinal but both doctor and anethisologist said my hernia was too big and recommended a general so i went with my team. I know and trust the surgeon.
Had a pretty good day - was actually walking around Monday, and Tuesday, but yesterday was not good - pain due to meds wearing off and a mis-reading by the prep nurse on the scan of my bladder. I said I needed to take a squirt and she said that there was only 7.5 ml in my bladder. I didn't believe a word she said and was in agony. Went and spent 12 hours in emerge Tuesday all day, where somebody knew what they were doing, rescanned me, and yeah . . . by that time there was over 800 ml in my bladder so they stuck a catheter up my wally (Canadian slang for you know . . . ). Not pleasant, but the drain was. I mean, I think a guy knows when he has to water the daisies.
This morning was fairly painful but right now I'm just exhausted so it's crash time.
Have only smoked three miniatures, 3 different Cherry Cavendish's, and a medium bowl of Pirate Cake. Nothing stellar . . . wanted something with a defined taste but all I got a metallic overtone from all so I'll lay of until I get the stitches removed on Monday. Aftereffect of the meds I would think. Can't much taste any food either. But mobile at least, and more than a little braindead. More than anything want to get rid of the catheter.
But, like the Terminator, "I'll be back." Again, thanks to all for the well wishes.
