You from Ohio, myrockfight??
No. My Mom's side of the family is up here in NE Ohio. When my parents divorced I live up here from 3-14 years of age.
So the recovery is going alright. I'm up and walking around and what not. I had a rough go of it for a few days. Hurt like hell to breathe. It was like a board of nails was fixed to the inside of my ribs and the deeper breath I took, the deeper the nails went into my lungs. It got so bad that my diaphram was spasming from the pain and I was barely breathing for 10-15 minutes at a time until I could get control of my muscles to stop locking up. So that kinda sucked. Had a couple days of those episodes. But I had the same problem when I was in the hospital last June after the roof collapsed on my truck and broke 5 vertebrae. I knew it would stop eventually, but it was one of those things where you just get through it an hour at a time knowing it can't last forever. Thankfully, the spasms this time didn't last as long as when I flipped my truck. That was easily the roughest four days I've ever experienced.
Post op was absolutely horrible. When I woke up, I was completely paralyzed, but hear everything. I couldn't even open my eyes.
That was a freaky experience. Then they didn't want to extract the intebation (sp?) tube because of how much fluid I was leaking out of my torso. Sooooo....they left the damn thing in for three EFFING hours until the fluid leakage stopped. I think I ended up spasming the next couple of days because I kept trying to breathe against tube. That hurt like all get out after an hour. About an hour and a half in, I figured I was either going to pull the damn thing out or figure out how to stop the involutary breathing instinct. After thinking a sec about how sword swallowers get their esophagus to open up, I tilted my chin up and was finally able to get the smallest amount of air past the tube to keep my diaphram satisfied. Ironically, the nurse said I was the best patient they ever had go for any period of time with the tube in while they were awake. Fortunately for her, I was still too weak from the medication to get up and strangle her. Ugh.
My heart rate is higher than I thought it would be. It is running between 95 and 115 bpm resting. I'll post pictures of the scars when I can. I'm sure I can get them from my phone onto here somehow.
