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.