Karl and I are home from the hospital. He has a lot more pain than last time and he is more groggy. Not sure why but it was a different anesthesiologist. Little bit different sedation. Because we live in a fairly rural area not particularly attractive to most doctors we have a global smorgasbord of nationalities represented by our docs. Karl's anesthesiologist was Ukrainian. After surgery he stopped by to tell Karl all about having his tonsils removed at age 6 without anesthesia. He told us in graphic detail about the size of the needle used to give the local. Made you glad not to have been a boy in Ukraine but it wasn't shall we say helpful to Karl.
Karl was called in early to surgery so we didn't get a chance to stop by and feed his friend's cat as we had been planning. Unfortunately this meant Karl wanted to do it on the way home. What followed was another one of those slapstick moments you should only experience through movies. We went in the house through the garage. I went outside while Karl went upstairs to tend to the cat. I wasn't paying much attention and I didn't latch the screen door behind me. When I went upstairs to check on Karl (who I didn't want to be doing any of this stuff) He said, "You closed the door right? You didn't let the cat out did you?" Of course we couldn't find the dam thing. (Cursing allowed now!) We looked all over, I asked neighbors, I sat in the garage listening for cat sounds, Karl walked all around, I made promises as what I would do if I found the stupid thing, Karl looked more and said he wouldn't leave without said cat. Finally I went through the house one more time and found him curled up under the sheets on the bed. I am now definitively a "Dog Person"!
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Cindy, Everyone knows that cats can disappear any time they want. That cat under the sheets wanted you to find her/him. They do have pride, and couldn't just like, you know, let them find them. But they felt your distress and frustration, and allowed you to find them. You had better be thankful that it wan't a snake or a squirrel you had in your charge.
I'm sure Marion has a comment about a toncilectomy with no anesthesia. She had it done in Belgium and as I recall, the doctor just kept saying, "Stop Gagging."
Has Karl come up of his drug induced haze yet? Is he finally scraped clean and back with the young and healthy?
Well, since Kay brought it up, I did think of my tonsilectomy (sp) when I read this blog. I had my tonsils out at age 35 while living in Belgium. I was sitting upright in what looked like an old dentist chair, the kind they had when I was a kid. I swear, and this is not an exageration, the needle he was giving me the local with was a foot long. This doctor had a nervous tic when you talked with him in the office so it was a little scary to see him coming at you with this needle, and indeed he did keep yelling at me to stop gagging. As if I could control it. However, I survived and have hardly had a sore throat since.
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