ask the guy taking a third sick day on a monday with a bag of frozen peas between his

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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legs.
Okay six kids was enough, I tried to talk my wife into one more, but we have four boys now and one girl smack in between. We lost Naomi to cancer a year and a half ago.

On thursday I had some elective surgury done with a local anesthetic. Uncomfortable and just a bit painful.

Doctor If you feel any sharp pain or stinging let me know.

RW Absolutly I’ll let you know!

I thought the three days bedrest would be fun. It wasn’t. Even eating Capt Crunch strait from the box while watching daytime TV ceased to be enjoyable.

But the worst of it is my job entails a heavy tool-belt, and lifting and hiking. I just don’t feel good enough for it yet.

So I stay home.

Did I leave room for any questions?

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So tell us about the procedure…How long, how expensive, etc.

-Tcat

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Ouch. Here’s wishing you and “the boys” speedy recovery.

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Warning! TMI ahead!
I had a consultation about a month ago where I was given my pre-op instructions. The doctor looked about ten years younger than I. He told me where to shave. I did the night before.
Thursday morning my wife drove me to the doctor’s office. It cost 80 dollars with my Blue-cross ®.
They gave me a Valium in the exam room. This was partly to relax my nerves and also to relax me down there. In the treatment room I was given a hospital gown to change into. Cotton, not paper. Then I was instructed to lie on the table and wait, which I did. Lying there, I leaned up and glanced around the room, but I quickly put my head back down when I saw the metal tray and syringes.
The young doctor burst in after about twenty minutes and got to work. I was prepped. Bedadine was put all over me until I felt it running down my butt. The needle to administer the local hurt of course. Then I began to feel numb. It felt like I had a thick blanket over me and I could feel the work being done through it. Once in a while I would wince from something. (See dialogue in OP) One interesting part was when I smelled something burning. When I asked, the young doctor told me he was cauterizing.
When I finally though he was done, he told me he was beginning on the other side. More wincing and smelling smoke.
When he was finally done, he displayed what he called “the spaghetti” that he removed from me. Yes, that’s pretty much what it looked like.
And I was cleaned up and allowed to dress. My wife drove me home. I took some Tylenol and grabbed the frozen peas and went to bed.
I hoped I would feel okay enough to go to work today. Days off are fun, but expensive.
That’s the story of how it happened. You’re stuck with it now. I might as well show you the reason I did this:

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Warning! TMI ahead!
I had a consultation about a month ago where I was given my pre-op instructions. The doctor looked about ten years younger than I. He told me where to shave. I did the night before.
Thursday morning my wife drove me to the doctor’s office. It cost 80 dollars with my Blue-cross ®.
They gave me a Valium in the exam room. This was partly to relax my nerves and also to relax me down there. In the treatment room I was given a hospital gown to change into. Cotton, not paper. Then I was instructed to lie on the table and wait, which I did. Lying there, I leaned up and glanced around the room, but I quickly put my head back down when I saw the metal tray and syringes.
The young doctor burst in after about twenty minutes and got to work. I was prepped. Bedadine was put all over me until I felt it running down my butt. The needle to administer the local hurt of course. Then I began to feel numb. It felt like I had a thick blanket over me and I could feel the work being done through it. Once in a while I would wince from something. (See dialogue in OP) One interesting part was when I smelled something burning. When I asked, the young doctor told me he was cauterizing.
When I finally though he was done, he told me he was beginning on the other side. More wincing and smelling smoke.
When he was finally done, he displayed what he called “the spaghetti” that he removed from me. Yes, that’s pretty much what it looked like.
And I was cleaned up and allowed to dress. My wife drove me home. I took some Tylenol and grabbed the frozen peas and went to bed.
I hoped I would feel okay enough to go to work today. Days off are fun, but expensive.
That’s the story of how it happened. You’re stuck with it now. I might as well show you the reason I did this:http://groups.msn.com/TheFauxFamilyDavidandPrajna

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I’ve never had this surgery done (I’m not equipped for it) but I do know a few guys who’ve had it done. Most of them tried to do too much too soon. They were all very, very sorry afterwards. You are VERY WISE to take your sick day since you feel you need it. I hope you feel better soon. But don’t try to resume normal life until you’re absolutely sure that you’re all healed up.

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I had a vasectomy some years back. A friend told me how badly his went after he attempted to go back to work the next day, so I was prepared to spend the entire weekend on the couch. And, in fact, I had no complications and was reasonably comfortable fairly quickly.

BUT, at the start of the procedure, the doctor injected the anasthetic, put down the syringe, imediately picked up the knige, and went to work. I just about jumped off the table before I realized that the anasthetic had taken hold instantly, and every thing was fine.

But psychologically, I was a mess. The doc could really have taken just a few seconds break between pulling out the needle and picking up the knife. He could even have said something like, “OK, that should do it” before continuing. Just a little “bedside manner” would have made the whole experience much more pleasant.

Man. Just thinking about it makes everything shrivel up.

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Well, it looks like it will be a few years before I get your oldest here at the high school. I’ll have to make a note of the name… :smiley: No extra credit for being a DoperKid, but at least they will know why their teacher is muttering things like “**Reeder, ** mutter, mutter. **Lobsang ** chuckle, chuckle.”

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Roadwalker you have given me a chance to vent my utter frustration at the medical community.

Hijack
Mr. Ujest recently had the same procedure as you - brain surgery - at the end of April. He drives himself down there, has it done, drives home with an ice pack in his crotch and gives me the prescription for painkillers from the doc’s office and goes to bed to pass out from it all.

So’s, I get the prescription filled, give it too him and for two days he takes whatever it is. I don’t pay much attention as that very weekend we are having a birthday party for our 6 year old.

Don’t think that getting his lobotomy done on this specific weekend wasn’t planned. He did help out on the party day, but every guy told him to sit down. The women present pretty much had no sympathy.

He is back to work on monday with his war stories to tell eveyrone. I shudder to think what it will be like when he has to take Viagara should his equipment ever fail in the future. He’ll probably show off New Wood to the guys at the office. :eek:

Flash forward to the other day when I noticed what exactly his prescription was:

Vicodin.

Not just two or three pills for a weekend in la-la land.

30 farking pills.

30.farking.pills.

For a vasectomy.
Mind you, with two episiotomies that I’ve had I have been given Tylenol 600 or whatever number it was, and they gave me 4 farking pills to recover on. Oh, and I get to breastfeed and take care of a new infant or a new infant with a toddler running amok. (and the dog who is on the wrong side of the door.)

And men get class three addictive painkillers for their nads. oh, look, my eye is twitching.

Men are just pussies.

Yes, I know as a breastfeeding, hormonally irrational female ( moreso that usual) taking such a strong drug is a no-no, but it doesn’t mean I can’t be pissed off about it to this day.

Thus, I conclude this hijack.

Thank you for giving me room to get this off my chest.

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Wishing you well Roadwalker keep an eye on any inflammation and consult a doctor if recovery is anything less than smooth (I had a REALLY bad time of it with (or rather after) my ‘snip’, including a rather serious infection)

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Vicodin? I took OTC Tylenol. There’s no way I would even want to take such a powerful painkiller. If I want to trip out, I’ll go without sleep or slam a beer first thing in the morning or swing all my kids around in the yard.

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when my buddy and I had it done (yes, we scheduled our appts back to back) we went to an HMO. The pre-op was a little rough as they had not told either of us to shave, so the nurse proceeded to use her disposable single edged blade to clean up the area. I should have taken that as the first bad sign. The needle for the local was uncomfortable, but tolerable. What quickly became apparent was that the doctor had not used an adequate amount of anaesthetic. About half way through things were really starting to get uncomfortable. I couldn’t imagine there was enough room for the doctor to pull out my entrails through that little incision, but it sure felt like he was trying. I had to make him stop and juice me up again. And I’m with you on the smell of burning flesh.
When all was stitched up, we waddled out to our ride; my buddy’s father in law, and went home. No pain killers except for a bottle of Balvenie and a 12 pack. After a day or two of care from our wives, and a copious supply of frozen peas, we were up and about. Not quite ready for day of hiking hither and yon, but not bad.

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She’s right. And I can speak from experience, having gone through it a year ago last November. The worst part of my surgery was the fact that the anasthetic didn’t take on the left side. Fortunately, he’d already done the right side, or I’d have made him stop and rescheduled the whole thing. As it was, he just told me, “Well, I’ll work really fast.” Still, I nearly passed out from the pain.

Afterwards wasn’t so bad, though. I don’t have to do a lot of heavy lifting on my job, so I took the next day (a Friday) off, and figured I’d be able to do a little bit of work on Saturday.

Mistake. My job may not entail heavy lifting, but it does involve walking and stooping frequently. After my second call, I decided the cramps and the pain were too much and went home. But by Monday I was able to put in a complete day.

I think some guys are just faster healers, is all. I also think you were smart to watch it since you do have to wear a heavy tool belt. Don’t do anything strenuous until you’re really ready for it.

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Well, yeah. This is strictly a Crunch Berry situation.

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God, this is funny. Mine was pretty uncomplicated and similar to Roadwalker’s experience, except I was up and about the next day.

Didn’t get no script for 30 vicodan, though. I’m jealous.

So in return for a little snip and some burning flesh, I get the prospect of gettin’ jiggy whenever we feel like it with no prep and no surprises nine months down the road. My wife loooooves that, and when she’s happy, I’m happy too.

Well worth it.

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Two years ago I had a sextuple hernia repaired. (Three on each side.) I figured, as long as I’m in the OR, why not get a vasectomy done at the same time?

So I did.

For the record, I do not recommend having both procedures at the same time.

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So you’re telling me I shouldn’t have this done the same time I have my Achilles Tendon repaired?

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I only got 30 percoset! And I had C section! They took the baby out through my belly ferchrissakes! (and both times I had at least a dozen unused percosets to dispose of!)

Thusly I continue this hijack :slight_smile:

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My brother-in-law had a vasectomy last year and he was up and about that same day… although he was walking a little funny. Make sure you’re not swollen or inflamed down there as it could be a sign of infection.

Also wanted to add that I’m sorry to hear about Naomi. I assume that is your daughter. My sympathies.

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What a beautiful family! :slight_smile:

And your thoughts about your daughter section is one of the most touching things I’ve ever read. I rarely tear up, but man… chill bumps.