Under the Influence

Well, I'm happy to say I won't be playing shortstop on that field of dreams this Friday.  The anesthesiologist did his job and brought me back.  The great thing about the anesthesia they use now is when you wake up you don't feel like any time has passed.  And you don't have the crazy dreams.  When I was a kid, I was given ether on two occasions to have a tooth pulled.  Both times I had really wild dreams.  They weren't permanent teeth and it seems odd now to pull teeth that are going to fall out naturally at some point.  But I digress. . .

In addition to the rotator cuff, the doc repaired the bicep and cleaned up a bone spur.  I'm determined to follow the rehab plan and I've spoken to several guys who have been through this and I'm NOT looking forward to the pain I know is coming at the hands of a highly trained expert in legalized torture.  But I just keep reminding myself what my PT said to me several years ago when I was getting post-surgery therapy; after I told her that she was in violation of the Geneva
Convention she said, "You'll thank me later."  And I have to admit I did.

I was given some good advice the other day by a good friend whose been through it, "Take the pain pills BEFORE you go to rehab."

If I've written anything here that makes sense, it's purely coincidental since I'm under the influence.
(I'm calling my copy editor right now.)

PS:
My sling came with a toy, a squeezy ball held in by velcro right there by my hand.  It's the health care industry's version of a Happy Meal!