Trip report
May. 7th, 2009 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robotech_masterWell, here I am again, with two big spikes in my leg that I didn't have at this time yesterday.
The trip up went pretty well; for a wonder Dad was not tired and grumpy (well, no more so than usual) and we listened to the audiobook of Jingo all the way up. I took a lot of photos with my digital camera of fog-shrouded roads and scenic vistas.
We stopped at the Redmon candy store for Dad to get some coffee. I wandered the candy aisles, grabbing a fistful of this and that and dropping it in a bag. I suppose I should have better heeded the old adage about not shopping when you're hungry (I hadn't been allowed to eat since midnight), as I ended up with about $20 worth of candy—and it having been mixed and matched, I couldn't exactly just put some of it back. Oops. But on the bright side, it should last me a very long time.
At Camdenten (or, as my cell phone's T9 always wants to spell it, Canedoven), we stopped at Wal-Mart and I bought a couple of cases of Mountain Dew Throwback. Dew's one of my favorite soft drinks (though I haven't had much of it lately), and the chance to find out what it's "supposed" to taste like was too good to pass up.
I kept taking photos, including a really nice shot of the Capitol building while passing through Jeff City. We finally hit Columbia, and went straight to the hospital. Check-in was easy enough, though with some delays. As Dad expected, everything took longer than it should have.
One thing of note that happened while I was waiting to be processed: I got a well-wishing note from Frank Marshall, the producer of the movie adaptation of The Last Airbender, as well as the English dub of Miyazaki's new film, Ponyo. (In fact, he's been involved in a lot of great movies, going all the way back to being exec-producer and 2nd-unit director on the Indiana Jones trilogy!) I had followed him and conversed with him concerning the casting controversy surrounding the Airbender movie; apparently he found me worth following in return. That's kind of neat.
But finally I was dressed in gown, interviewed by anaesthesiologists, stuck with needles, and wheeled into the operating room. I dropped off, and awoke about three hours later with two more pins in my leg. (And here I'd just been expecting the one.) Somewhere, there is a voodoo doll of me that is not very happy.
After waking back up, I tried for several minutes to pee into one of those little plastic urinal thingies, but I just couldn't manage it. So I finally got Dad to help me down the hall to a bathroom—and was able to go within 15 seconds of sitting down on the toilet. Psychological conditioning is a funny thing.
I ordered a pizza and a milkshake and ate them. (Well, I ate 3/4 of the pizza. Gave one piece of it to Dad, who'd had a smaller lunch than he would have liked because the restaurant made him the wrong thing and he didn't have the nerve to ask them to re-do it. So he saved it for my lunch today.)
It ended up being a quarter 'til six before we finally got out of there and on the way home. I took some cloud photos, then dozed the rest of the way, listening to the soothing sound loops generated by EZ Relax Ultimate on my iPod Touch. We got home about 9:30. I showered, had my dressings changed, and it was about 11:30 before I got into bed.
The parents let me sleep in until 7:30 today, though I doubt I'll be extended that courtesy much longer. Got up, ate breakfast, and came in here to do Internet stuff. And that's where I am now.
As for my leg, well, it still hurts, but the Percocet is keeping it down to a manageable level. I imagine it's going to be all hurty and bleedy for the first week or so, then heal to the point where all I have to worry about is keeping the pin sites from scabbing over much. Not terribly happy to have two more of them to deal with, but if it straightens my leg out I guess it'll be worth it.
The trip up went pretty well; for a wonder Dad was not tired and grumpy (well, no more so than usual) and we listened to the audiobook of Jingo all the way up. I took a lot of photos with my digital camera of fog-shrouded roads and scenic vistas.
We stopped at the Redmon candy store for Dad to get some coffee. I wandered the candy aisles, grabbing a fistful of this and that and dropping it in a bag. I suppose I should have better heeded the old adage about not shopping when you're hungry (I hadn't been allowed to eat since midnight), as I ended up with about $20 worth of candy—and it having been mixed and matched, I couldn't exactly just put some of it back. Oops. But on the bright side, it should last me a very long time.
At Camdenten (or, as my cell phone's T9 always wants to spell it, Canedoven), we stopped at Wal-Mart and I bought a couple of cases of Mountain Dew Throwback. Dew's one of my favorite soft drinks (though I haven't had much of it lately), and the chance to find out what it's "supposed" to taste like was too good to pass up.
I kept taking photos, including a really nice shot of the Capitol building while passing through Jeff City. We finally hit Columbia, and went straight to the hospital. Check-in was easy enough, though with some delays. As Dad expected, everything took longer than it should have.One thing of note that happened while I was waiting to be processed: I got a well-wishing note from Frank Marshall, the producer of the movie adaptation of The Last Airbender, as well as the English dub of Miyazaki's new film, Ponyo. (In fact, he's been involved in a lot of great movies, going all the way back to being exec-producer and 2nd-unit director on the Indiana Jones trilogy!) I had followed him and conversed with him concerning the casting controversy surrounding the Airbender movie; apparently he found me worth following in return. That's kind of neat.
But finally I was dressed in gown, interviewed by anaesthesiologists, stuck with needles, and wheeled into the operating room. I dropped off, and awoke about three hours later with two more pins in my leg. (And here I'd just been expecting the one.) Somewhere, there is a voodoo doll of me that is not very happy.
After waking back up, I tried for several minutes to pee into one of those little plastic urinal thingies, but I just couldn't manage it. So I finally got Dad to help me down the hall to a bathroom—and was able to go within 15 seconds of sitting down on the toilet. Psychological conditioning is a funny thing.
I ordered a pizza and a milkshake and ate them. (Well, I ate 3/4 of the pizza. Gave one piece of it to Dad, who'd had a smaller lunch than he would have liked because the restaurant made him the wrong thing and he didn't have the nerve to ask them to re-do it. So he saved it for my lunch today.)
It ended up being a quarter 'til six before we finally got out of there and on the way home. I took some cloud photos, then dozed the rest of the way, listening to the soothing sound loops generated by EZ Relax Ultimate on my iPod Touch. We got home about 9:30. I showered, had my dressings changed, and it was about 11:30 before I got into bed.The parents let me sleep in until 7:30 today, though I doubt I'll be extended that courtesy much longer. Got up, ate breakfast, and came in here to do Internet stuff. And that's where I am now.
As for my leg, well, it still hurts, but the Percocet is keeping it down to a manageable level. I imagine it's going to be all hurty and bleedy for the first week or so, then heal to the point where all I have to worry about is keeping the pin sites from scabbing over much. Not terribly happy to have two more of them to deal with, but if it straightens my leg out I guess it'll be worth it.
