Update on Me
Hi Friends,
How’s it going? Good - glad to hear it. Sorry I’ve been slacking again, but by now, you’ve gotta be used to it. I haven’t been reading a ton of blogs lately, so I don’t think I could give a very comprehensive blog review. I am gonna get back to that, one of these days. But for now, I’ll just give a quick update on me.
Surgery
Since we last spoke, I had my gall bladder removed on 12.31. Loaded up on painkillers is a pretty awesome way to ring in the new year. The surgery wasn’t too bad. In fact, The Today Show was on when I started getting prepped for surgery, and The Today Show was still on when I was in the recovery room - no joke. But it wasn’t too bad - the doctors laughed at my jokes, which is pretty much all I cared about - oh and the fact that I didn’t die. Here were my jokes:
Anesthesiologist - So, what did you have for breakfast today (this is his sneaky question, since I wasn’t supposed to eat)?
Me - Biscuits and Gravy, Hash Browns, Cup of coffee, and a Marlboro red.
That one got a mild laugh - although I probably shouldn’t be a smartass to the man who can knock me out and do Dateline-worthy things to me while I’m under if he really wanted to. But then after surgery I woke up and the first thing I heard:
Nice Nurse Lady - Can I get you something to drink?
Me - Gin and Tonic - make it a double.
She laughed, but did not bring me a G&T. Probably for the best.
Recovery
Week 1 - So surgery was fine and then I had a week of laying on the couch, feeling like somebody punched me in the gut, and not being very hungry. I was familiar with the ‘laying on the couch’ part, but the other two were new feelings for me. I also had lots of people tell me that I would magically lose a bunch of weight after this surgery. Sadly, that did not happen to me. Likely because I didn’t move off of the couch for about a week.
Week 2 -After about a week of laying on the couch, I started to get bored, so I ventured out of the house and went for walks on the Greenway. This was kind of odd. Whenever I see out of shape men walking by themselves for exercise, I always act like I’m in some kind of post-heart attack drug company commercial.
Here’s how it works - 60 year old out of shape guy walks by me, clearly getting his first exercise in quite some time and in my head I say something like (a heart attack at 57, boy, was that a wake up call - my doctor said I should try %%drug name%%).
Now that I’m the out of shape guy going for a walk by himself, I’m wondering if people are having the same inner monologue that I typically have. Am I the heart attack man now? Nah, they’re probably just wondering why a grown man is out for a walk on a random Tuesday afternoon wearing a hoodie and plaid pajama pants.
Week 3 - I go for my post-surgery appointment. This is basically the surgeon’s opportunity to look at my stitches and pat himself on the back for doing an awesome job. Also a chance to get another $25 copay out of me. We’ll talk more about money later. Anyway - he tells me that I can start running again, so I get back out for some short and slow runs.
Week 4 - Life is pretty much back to normal - with a few lifestyle changes that are outlined below. Work goes back to being busy and I start traveling again. I feel like myself again at this point (or better) so I can’t really use the surgery as an excuse to be a lazy ass.
Finances
I hadn’t really ever needed medical care since I’ve been a grown-up, so this was sort of eye-opening for me. Other than one physical and a couple doc in the box visits, I really didn’t have any medical expenses in the past eight years. I’m not going to go on a rant on the current state of our healthcare system, but I certainly could. Just from a cost perspective, I’ll just say that this shit is expensive - and that’s with insurance through my employer. Surgery was like 13 grand with a few thousand dollars left for me to pay after the insurance company was done sending me lots of mail . Awesome. Kate says it’s my 30th birthday present. They itemize the bill for you, which is really fun - like the recovery room cost was $979. I spent a solid half hour in that room. A thousand dollars for a half hour in a room and there weren’t any strippers or clowns or anything exciting. They did have TV, but didn’t give me the remote and I’m pretty sure they didn’t have cable. That probably would’ve cost extra. Finally, after dropping a few thousand dollars, nobody ever told me what happened to my gall bladder. I thought I’d get to keep it and could try to resell it on ebay to make back some of the cost, but no dice. Oh well.
Changes Made
So the goal of not having to go back to the hospital remains. I don’t really want to go back for any kind of liver treatment (recall from previous posts that I was also an assbag to my liver, and it is mildly pissed off at me and needs some love for the next few months or so). So with that, I’ve changed what I eat and what I drink, as well as trying to exercise a little more.
Food
When I eat any kind of heavy foods, I feel sick, so I’m not going to do that anymore. For the first couple of weeks, I frequently accused Kate of bribing the doctors and having them give me gastric bypass surgery without telling me. I’m now about 99% sure that she didn’t do this, but I still can’t really eat a lot in one sitting without feeling gross, and I can’t eat any heavy/greasy/fatty foods. There goes my promising career as a competitive eater.
Drink
I think I’ve said before that it’s pretty much impossible to list the number of days that you’ve gone without having a drink without sounding like a recovering alcoholic, but I’ll do it anyway: no booze in 48 days. Again, the primary reason for this is to give my liver some time to heal itself. Hopefully I’ll get it retested in a few months and it will be normal again, but it’s sort of a no booze until that happens mode. I’ve priced livers on the black market, and with the medical bills, and some of my discretionary spending habits, I don’t think I can budget for a liver this year. So, we’ll continue with the no booze thing until the doctor says my liver is in good working order and I can go back to mildly abusing it. This no drinking thing is kind of a pain in the ass. Not in a ‘I’m getting the shakes’ kind of way, but just general annoyance. I like drinking. It’s especially hard while traveling. When you sit in the front of the plane and they offer you free drinks, it’s difficult to order water. I almost feel like I should give up my first class seat and give it to someone in coach who would take advantage of the free booze. But then I see all of the screaming children back there and think better of it. Besides, they put me in the front because of my loyalty, so they might be offended if I didn’t accept their gift of a seat that my ass fits in. So far, 8,000 miles this year without any mini bottles.
Exercise
Trying to do this without being a complete crazy person and crashing and burning. So slowly building up my millage and trying to do something aerobic everyday, but not freaking out if I miss a day. So far so good. Thinking about running a half in the summer and then a full in the Fall (NYC if I get in via lottery, Chicago if I don’t). Goals in every race will be to finish (with a sub-goal of finishing without any visible chafing). Don’t really care about marathon times anymore - and really not sure why I did in the past.
So that’s it for the update on me. In my limited blogstalking, I’ve noticed that some bloggers are ending their posts with a question. Seems like a good way to get lots of comments. You can comment on whatever you want, but I’ll throw a question out there too - Does anyone else think it’s a little creepy that Neil Diamond wrote Sweet Caroline about an 11 year old Caroline Kennedy? I love Neil, and I don’t think he deserves his own green dot next to his house on the sex offender website map for this, but it just strikes me as a little creepy. “Oh, one, touching one, reaching out/Touching me, touching you.” That’s all for now. We’ll try to do better next time.
-Nate















