Zippers Suck

So most of my verbal spew on this blog tends to be on the lighter side of this whole shit show I'm involved in. This one is just going to spell it out, just as things are. Today I really felt reasonably recovered from the surgery. General Anesthetic is an ass kicker, I'd happily revert back to Orthepedic monkeys stripping bone screws all day over getting conked out and getting intimately involved with a scalpal and searing surgery lights.

Tuesday went well, I rolled into the surgical bay and was met by Raj and 5 onlooking prospective neural people. Apparently my injury comes around once every avalanche cycle, so the theater seats were opened and the practical learning began. The anthesisiologist informed me I wasn't gonna remember much after this and the next thing I knew I was vomiting over Nurse Susie's new shoes about 5 hours later. I'll tell you though, I remember going into that surgery with pants on! I sure didn't come out of it with any on. What's up with that, my arms are no where near that region! I guess we'll never know.

Anyway, after dropping my guts Raj came in, smile on his face. I guess that should be a good thing? He found the issue with the upper arm, muscularcutaneous nerve. Trauma, contusion, neuroma to the nerve around the break. Minor brachial plexus injury. Intervention, graft new nerve in and cut out the scarred up nastiness.
So thats exactly what he did.

This is good news, it doesn't mean everything is going fix but the chances have improved. Better than 2 months ago when I was told to get used to not having an arm any more...

The battle continues, now there's a light.

Surgery Time

Off to battle

One more week

One more week until I hit the Gurnee again and go under for another knife job. I can't wait. My bicep now is about the size of a beer can.





No, I didn't hit my head as it may seem here. This is me flexing my bicep, kinda thing you do on the beach while twirling a cane.

I've added a few more shots from our trip below.



This is me sun tanning, Arab style. I learned alot from my time in the hottest places on earth, never expose thy skin! The texan lady behind isn't reaching for sun tan lotion either, more like a 12 gauge.



And this is the girl who stole my cane a couple times, leaving me stuck in the roomwatching BBC World. She may be the toe paint perpetrator as well!