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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Inconceivable. It is August. How is it August? Also...I'm 24 years old. GAH. How is any of this possible?

My 2nd ACL reconstruction + meniscus repair combo surgery. I always have the best times in post-op recovery room. It could and most likely does have something to do with drugs and anesthesia, but I'd like to believe that post-op nurses are the nicest people in the whole entire world. I remember as I slowly regained consciousness, a whole team of them told me I had done a really awesome job (remaining sedated yet not dying in my sleep) and offered me apple juice! There are few things in this world I love more than false compliments and apple juice....so I graciously accepted both (but promptly threw up the apple juice 5 minutes later).

First week back home is all but a blurred memory. I think I drank soup or something. But I also remember waking up at 3am one morning in a drugged, anxious state of mind...and I started pondering life and crying because my knee brace was too heavy of a burden for me to bear at that moment. And then at one point I promised myself I was going to learn about important things in the morning when I woke up. When morning came.....I started reading the Constitution for no other purpose than to fulfill the promise I had made to myself. 

Second week....unless I contract anthrax or ebola at some point in my life, i will NEVER again seek aid from antibiotics. I faintly recall having a bad reaction to antibiotics last time I had surgery, but I couldn't quite remember specific adverse effects. Now I do. And now the flames of hatred have been rekindled.