Post Recovery Results
It appears that everything went just swimmingly. Head doc came up and said the electrodes are exactly where they thought they should be for maximum benefit. Now I have to get the pacemaker implanted and the wires run down to it. Right now the wires are in a little pile similar to a coiled snake or garden hose under my scalp.
Head doc told me that if you have just one side of the brain done, they keep you for just one day after surgery. But because I had both sides done, he wanted to keep me two days. He got no argument from me! I was asleep almost the whole day Wednesday.
However, I was awake in the morning and also late afternoon. In the morning I sent Darlene a flower basket. I thought it would be a nice surprise for her. Soon after I sent them, a (female) nurse’s aid came into my room and said she was there to remove my catheter.
In another life I had been an orderly at Wood County Hospital and so I was familiar with the process. I was curious about how much it was going to hurt. The first step is to Release the fluid holding it inside your bladder. I can’t over emphasis the importance of this! You might think it would be impossible to pull it out otherwise, but you would be wrong. Trust me, I know this.
Anyway, she deflated the balloon and told me to take a deep breath. I did, and she pulled.
Guys, it ain’t (sic) that bad. A friend once said: “Wait until they shove a camera up there to take pictures of your bladder. Then you’ll know what hurts!” Note to my friend: Been there, done that. Got a Tee shirt.
So it was a little anticlimactic.
Soon after that a delivery guy showed up from the same place I ordered Darlene’s flowers. I excitedly exclaimed: “Wait!, wait! Those aren’t for me! Those are supposed to go to someone else!”
The guy looked at the address and said “You are Mr. Bahniuk, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but who would send me flowers?”
“I don’t know sir. Here’s the card.”
It said: “Congratulations on becoming a Cyborg!” Love Brigette.
It was the second time in two days that my kids made me cry.