Now I Look Like Van Gogh

Not really. I can't even see the scar from the front. I have to hold up a second mirror to see from the side, and even then it's not very noticeable.

I was supposed to check in at 9am, but Sarah had meetings at 7:30, so I dropped her off first, then the kids, and got back to the hospital at 8ish. I sat around in the waiting room for maybe half an hour, then they took me back to the pre-op area, where I got to put on one of those cutsie gowns that's split up the back to show off your ass, and a pair of socks. Luckily I was smart enough to bring a book. (Silence of the Lambs).

Maybe fifteen minutes after I got settled a nurse came in and got an IV established, then I sat around for probably another hour. The surgery was scheduled for 11:15, I think, and I'm not sure when they came and got me.

I really don't remember much, which I'm guessing is due to the Versed I got. Someone from anesthesia came down and gave me a couple shots while I was in the pre-op area, and I really don't remember anything except waking up around 1:30 or so in the post-op area. I watched quite a few surgeries when I was doing my paramedic rounds, and it seems to me that the people were conscious for longer than I can remember. I think I just don't remember. I hope they didn't steal my wallet.

So it took me an hour or so to come out of my drug induced haze. Sarah showed up around then, and before long they gave me my discharge papers and I got to leave. I was still a little out of it and slept for a while when I got home. Despite popping a couple Percoset, I was awake after a few hours. I watched some TV until 10:30, then went to bed.

I got up this morning feeling good. My throat is sore from the intubation, and it actually hurts more than the ear. I even let Sarah go back to bed so I could take the kids to school. All told, I think it went pretty well. Let's hope it fixes the ear problems.