Sweetie, my surgery couldn't have gone better.
I got to freak my mom out. I was asked to remove my eye brow piercing. And then I was asked "have you any other piercings?" So I reach under the gown towards my junk. The look on my mom's face was priceless. Alas, I wasn't pierced, but it was fun none the less.
Then I messed with the Doc. Before I was to go under, I grabbed him, looked into his eyes, and said "Oh, no. You know what you've forgot?!!" His face goes white as he asks "what." I'm like "the machine that goes BING!" only python fans need apply With that the gass-passer knocked me out - QUICK! Man that's some fun milky shit. EVen more than my other fun mily shit.
When I come out of it in recovery I have but two words on my mind: liquid vicodin! And I made sure the doc heard me.
So no nausea or anything. I did have to wait an hour or so for another litre of fluid to run its course and I had to pee before I could leave.
I was told I couldn't drive after surgery, but I felt no impairment.
And the best part is I got the liquid vicodin mmmmmm.
Not 8 hours later I was at a BBQ eating steak. I had no discomfort or abnormal swelling. But I was rather high so who knows what I felt.
So the morale of my story is surgery can be fun!