I'm glad to hear you are making such good progress.  Listen to the doctor,
take all the time they advise and more.  Its too easy and too stupid to go
back to work early.  And no roofing.

-jc

Lawrence Kestenbaum wrote:

> My surgery took place on Wednesday, May 8.  Apparently it was more
> complicated than they expected, and it took three hours.
>
> I didn't get much sleep the night before -- still busy with all the last
> minute things I had to do.  I received the scheduling call from, of all
> people, Mary R., a nurse who I know well through online conferencing.
> Apparently forgetting all of our vehement online disagreements, she was
> plainly thrilled to have me as a guest of her unit, and said she would
> make sure I had the best nurses attending to me.
>
> So, Wednesday morning, flat on my back on a gurney, I was wheeled into the
> operating room.  Even in my addled state, I could see the architectural
> features: this was plainly a special space, a focal point to which much
> else was ancillary.  It had a very high ceiling, and the walls were done
> all the way up in tan ceramic tile of a kind I had not seen elsewhere in
> the building.  The elegance and intense focus of activity, and the hushed
> crowd of doctors and retainers in immaculate uniforms, made me think of a
> corporate board room, or perhaps the inner sanctum of the grand lodge of
> some great secret society.
>
> I awoke in a noisy and busy room.  I was uncomfortable but not in much
> pain.  I was asked many times the scale-of-one-to-ten pain question, and
> answered it honestly; I think the highest number I reported was three.
> Eventually it settled down to "1 in general, but 2 when I swallow."  The
> nurse said she would put that down as a 2.
>
> Presently I was taken to a regular hospital room to spend the night, still
> flat on my back.  The hospital bed was contorted in such a way as to make
> it impossible to get comfortable.  I couldn't move my left arm much
> because of the IV and associated equipment.  An annoying mechanical device
> slowly squeezed each of my lower legs in turn, all night, and helped keep
> me awake, but presumably kept the circulation going.  Nurses kept showing
> up at regular intervals to take my blood pressure, even though the reading
> hardly varied from 120/70.
>
> The other half of the room, behind a curtain, was occupied by a busy
> executive type with blood clots in his legs.  He wasn't happy to have his
> schedule interrupted, and was on the phone almost constantly.
>
> To my left was the window, through which I could see an unfamiliar
> Modernist cityscape of the middle of the huge university hospital complex.
> Though many buildings were visible, I couldn't see the ground, and had no
> idea how high up I was.  (Later I was surprised to learn that I was only
> on the 5th floor.)
>
> The night passed with cruel slowness.  No clock was visible, but I
> eventually figured out to pick up the phone and call the automated time
> lady.  I thought it must be almost dawn, but it was 1:14 am.  I managed to
> sleep for a while, but it was only 1:22.  And so on, and on.  This
> couldn't be good: two consecutive nights with very little sleep.
>
> Around 7:30 am, the surgeon and her two assistants showed up.  They seemed
> almost disappointed that I wasn't in more pain.
>
> I remembered, but carefully didn't mention, the saying attributed to
> professionals in the tattooing and body piercing industry: "The bigger the
> guy, the bigger the cry."  On the other hand, middle aged men who get this
> kind of surgery for sleep apnea are always going to be big guys.
>
> My tonsils had turned out to be much bigger than she expected: size 3+
> rather than size 2, where 1 is normal.  My nasal passages were
> unexpectedly complex.  Apparently this showed that my deviated septum had
> not been due to some early trauma -- I was just made that way.
>
> The warned me not to blow my nose for two weeks (a hard rule to live
> with).  I was not to do any heavy lifting -- ten pound limit.  They
> repeatedly warned me not to do any roofing, as if they suspected I had
> predilections to climb up on top of the house and start nailing shingles
> down.  "No roofing!" were the surgeon's last words to me.  I am not making
> this up.
>
> After that, I was visited by Annie Rose, the chazan (cantor) of our
> temple.  Visiting the sick is one of her roles.  I told her about my
> friend with metachromatic leukodystrophy, and some other stories.  She was
> very surprised to see me in good spirits and talking -- she said she had
> never seen someone in such good shape the day after an adult
> tonsillectomy.
>
> "I'm not the most body aware person," I explained yet again, and told the
> story of going to Glen Echo Park on sore feet and dancing all evening
> (mentioned earlier on BP).
>
> Eventually I was brought home, and other complications arose.  Janice (my
> wife) and Sarah (age 3.5) both came down with some kind of flu-like
> illness.  By Friday I was in better shape than they were, and I was
> answering the phone and so on.
>
> It is obvious that I am sleeping better than before.  The experience of
> waking up alert is very novel for me.  Not only do I have more energy, but
> I have more stick-to-it-iveness and I'm much more productive.  I have
> added many hundreds of 19th century political figures to the Political
> Graveyard database since Wednesday.
>
> So here I am, home, on a diet of yogurt, ice cream, pureed potato soup,
> and the like, with a mild sore throat.  No deadlines, no driving, no
> meetings, no co-workers, no calls to return.  Just pleasant music, great
> fun with my database, and the bosom of my family.  The only concern is
> that the doctors might decide I don't really need three weeks off work.
>
>                                 Larry
>
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