Stayin' Alive

So I made it through surgery. Not that I'm surprised or anything but I did get this pathetically morbid feeling as they wheeled me into the Operating Room. "So this is where it all ends". But I woke up shortly thereafter in the Recover Room only to learn that I couldn't leave until I peed into the little plastic thing. I had a glass or two of water and was finally able to squeeze out a few drops, literally. And each one burned as if it were battery acid. I guess they don't tell you about the catheter until after the surgery. I certainly would've refused it had I been given a choice. I was told that another catheter would be put in if I didn't pee so the floodgate on my IV was opened and I had a few more glasses of water (around 8 in total) and two cups of coffee. Eventually, I expelled just under 100 mL and begged the nurse to let it slide. After a second bladder ultrasound showed that, despite all the fluids, my bladder was pretty much empty I was allowed to leave. It's funny how eager the hospital is to get rid of you after surgery, especially in light of the fact that I was called in several hours early before the surgery ("the Doctor is moving rather quickly") and then forced to wait several hours.

Now it's just me and my new bedmate, Lori Tab. She's nice enough but I guess I expected her to be a bit more exciting. I'm sure she'd be alot more entertaining with a glass of wine but apparently she's not much of a drinker. It's probably for the best though.