He had a hernia operation.
No laxative jokes please.
How was the food?
No food this time around, just, "pee and you can go." Last visit they kept bringing me tray after tray of stuff I was too nauseous to even consider looking at. "Cripes people, just leave me the non-melting jello and go."
So how are your balls, Mike?
Heavier than I remember.
I can stand up straight as of yesterday (more impressive than it sounds), but I've been slow on the updates like a giant hypocrite because everything takes three times as long, and sitting in front of the computer for an extended period makes me real crabby. As of today I can take longer steps, not a full stride, but better than the old-man-stair-walk deal.
I have a dacron strap over my right inguinal canal. When that f%#~er blew it was some serious hurt. When they fixed it.... oh god.
I remember waking up and the nurse telling me, with a smile, that I should pee, and warning me that if I didn't she was going to stick a catheter in my dick hole.
I peed.
That's spelled with a T-P-and a -K, by the way.
ROFL, I had that same thought.
I peed.
Amen to that. I think I left a little earlier than I was ready, but I was just sick and wanted to go home somewhere quiet and lie down at home, so I must have sat on that toilet like 15 minutes. My life goal is never to have a catheter put in. I’ve inserted a few Foleys, the most impressive of which was the dude in the cocaine coma. From complete unconsciousness, he sits bolt upright, screams, then passes back out, mumbling in his sleep about how not cool that was. It’s the antibacterial soap that does most of the burning, but still, it’s a big tube and a small hole, which should be exit only.
Both surgeries they prattle on instructions like mad right after I wake up, and I never remember any of it because all I want is for them to shut up, because the talking ratchets up my nausea tenfold and I’m trying hard not to hurl. Next time I’m just going to haul off and projectile vomit on them to get my point across.
Me and anesthesia get along pretty well, I've never been sick after the big wake-up, although once I woke up a little too early.
I get seriously sick every time, sucks hard. The cancer operation wasn't even that awful except for the entire week of vertigo I had afterwards (though day 1 and 2 hurt...so...much). The bad thing is, the light stuff doesn't work on the men in my family line at all.
Whatever they've been giving me for the last two operations worked perfect (so much better than watching them wrench on me); 100% blackout, except for waking up mid-operation to hurl my guts out (which was uncool with the giant hole in my neck; much panicking operating theater people before I blacked out again, lol). The dentist got tired of watching me white knuckle it, so she upgraded to something that gives me serious memory loss (usually that day is just a "gap," kind of disturbing really), but it does work.
Frickin' crap already. Today was supposed to be the day, but I'm working on a serious sinus headache. If it goes away, today will still be the day. If not, tomorrow for sure.
w00t!
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I get seriously sick every time, sucks hard. The cancer operation wasn't even that awful except for the entire week of vertigo I had afterwards (though day 1 and 2 hurt...so...much). The bad thing is, the light stuff doesn't work on the men in my family line at all.
Whatever they've been giving me for the last two operations worked perfect (so much better than watching them wrench on me); 100% blackout, except for waking up mid-operation to hurl my guts out (which was uncool with the giant hole in my neck; much panicking operating theater people before I blacked out again, lol). The dentist got tired of watching me white knuckle it, so she upgraded to something that gives me serious memory loss (usually that day is just a "gap," kind of disturbing really), but it does work.
Dude, when they replaced my PCL in my knee and did other stuff in there, I woke up from anethetic and crapped myself, pissed myself then proceeded to cry like a baby while the nurse helped clean me up. I hadn't eaten since dinner time the day before the surgery and didn't have anything to drink since 9pm the night before. Happily I responded better the next 2 times on anestetic and managed to avoid the soiled condition but I still bawled like a baby and once threw up.
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What a bunch of little girls! They put me under, I fall asleep. I wake up, I feel a little bit strange for a few hours (maybe missing a few organs of peripheral value at this point) then it's "Bring me a chicken sandwich!" Vomitting, crying, soiling oneself? Honestly, I can tell you lot aren't British without recourse to checking the spelling.
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What a bunch of little girls! They put me under, I fall asleep. I wake up, I feel a little bit strange for a few hours (maybe missing a few organs of peripheral value at this point) then it's "Bring me a chicken sandwich!" Vomitting, crying, soiling oneself? Honestly, I can tell you lot aren't British without recourse to checking the spelling.
I have my teeth. Eat that Brit!
;P
Honestly, I can tell you lot aren't British without recourse to checking the spelling.
Go drink some tea and have a bloody biscuit.
And my con is like high!
In comparison to my parakeet?
Oh bummer, Fakey. Understandable though, anesthesia is funky stuff; watching the guys do RSI (rapid sequence intubation, where they paralyze you on the spot) is crazy.
Well of course you aren’t phased (or is it, phazed?) by anesthesia, what with breathing London air all the time…
IRL, my unmodified con is about an 8, but my GSP (genetic stubbornness predisposition) feat grants me some nice bonuses to Fort saves (well crap, look who's a dork...).
Hehe, Good stories! (The truth is always better than the fiction!)
Even when I was in shape, (I think there were a two weeks during my 21st year,... ;P )
I never had a high Con, but my family must have dwarven ancestry, because all the men in my family get a +4 or +6 vs. poisons, alcohol, drugs, etc.
It took 3X the 'usual' dosage of laughing gas to get my father and little brother to feel the 'usual' effects in the dentists office. And when I had my molars removed, After giving me the pills, and a shot, the nurse told me to relax under the gas and I would be out in 10 minutes. AND swore that I wouldn't remember a thing!
30 minutes later, she asks me if I'm breathing. My response was along the lines of "Naw B!#@%, I've been holding my breath for 30 minutes!" (Yeah, I was feeling the effects!)
Long story short, (Too late!) I was 'out' meaning that I could not move my limbs or open my eyes, and the locals made me feel no pain, just pressure, but I remember everything.
Every. Bloody. Thing.
Pulling the first tooth? Yep.
Breaking the other 3? Digging them out while cussing? Yep.
Consciously closing my throat and thinking "Hm. If they don't suction this soon, I'm going to drown, because I can't hold my breath any longer". Yep.
All of which doesn't amount to hill of beans compared to what Beeler and others have been through, but you know me. Why use a sentence when you can write 3 or 4 paragraphs?!?
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F+~+. I've been through similar. I had to have a couple of teeth pulled when I was fourteen, and the laughing gas had zero effect on me. The thing that really sucked was the conspicuous absence of novacain. That bloody hurt. Apparently, the dentist was relying on my being too noxed out to scream.
I didn't say a damn thing.
When I had my wisdom teeth out the doctor went out of the room for a few minutes, probably because he got tired of crushing my teeth with pliers and wrenching my head from side to side. Gassed out of my mind, I took advantage of the situation by attempting a daring escape. Wow did I get a talking to by the nurse. These last two surgeries they strapped me down but good.
Little behind as it was my son's first birthday today. Looking to update this evening, though I have something on the order of 75 RAID controllers to patch one at a time, so we'll see what's what.
Happy Birthday little Beeler!
Thanks!
Wanted to drop a line to let you know I hadn’t forgotten; I had to make an unplanned run to Saginaw without the lappy, so I have limited access. Next update should be roughly 0400E tomorrow morning.
This may be the first time I’ve genuinely enjoyed the party gear squabble. I especially love the “everyone for themselves” mentality that’s keeping the gear from going to the most appropriate party members, rofl (I’m not being facetious, I think it’s hilarious). There are a few more items left out at the moment (another kreen appealing item, a ranged thingie, something else), just so you know, but you won’t hear more about it until you get back into town.
I like this game because we are all getting to play more of an 'anti-hero' compared to the usual party types. We are all basically 'good guys', but we live in a world where it is dangerous to be 'nice', so we are all egotistical, selfish b@$$^@rd$. And we all think that the others live in our world and should be grateful that we share it with them!
Eventually we will get it all settled. Hopefully without inter-party bloodshed! But hey, whatever it takes!
:D
It’s nice when you can clout a noble on occasion without asking, “Hmm, was that against my alignment?”
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I like this game because we are all getting to play more of an 'anti-hero' compared to the usual party types. We are all basically 'good guys', but we live in a world where it is dangerous to be 'nice', so we are all egotistical, selfish b@$$^@rd$. And we all think that the others live in our world and should be grateful that we share it with them!
Eventually we will get it all settled. Hopefully without inter-party bloodshed! But hey, whatever it takes!
:D
Weird.
Schenker's a hero of the common man, in my mind.(Ducks)
MERCY?! You want MERCY?!! I'M CHAOTIC NEUTRAL!!
MalaKi didn't have a choice. The crown chose him and he was powerless to stop it (that’s what I get for rolling a 4 on my Will save).
Psychotic Neutral.
Sociopathic Neutral.
Check, check.
I like to think of myself as "Occasional Good."
hey; my sexy birdgirl is a good guy; which is why she said let them live; but this is a hard world so I said cut their tounges out and maybe their fingers off so they wont give our descriptions; or at least bonk um on the head so they dont remember; cant fix death; everything else is negotiable in a magic world.
I'm closer to "Lawful Cranky"
I'm just too nice for my own good. I KNOW I'm going to do the 'right' thing in RL, but that doesn't mean I don't get to gripe about it!
I'm actually neutral good with strong antiauthoritarian tendencies. I like to fancy myself chaotic neutral, but I'm just too nice.
Spoken like a true Filippino. Only the Americans come close to the drama and intrigue of Philippine politics.
Going to try to sneak in an update when I get home from work, before I pop in the shower. Cross your fingers that my son sleeps late this morning. :)