Just had my first surgery as an adult. I still don't know if wisdom teeth removed counts as surgery, but that definitely happened in the teen years. My fear of the unknown combined with my not great teeth out experience and I can confirm, pain sucks.
As time is needed to heal, my pop culture addled brain does not need much to trigger all ranges of reference. There are the many obvious, and I even complained at my last appointment that I wanted to heal like freaking Wolverine. Or any damn superhero. Now that I think about it, I'll take a scene cut to me healed. Bleh this is hard.
Well three references hit me hard during this latest and I'm here to archived them. In fact, I forgot number two for a few days, so let's do this now before it goes again.
1. To help exercise my lungs during recovery, they gave me an incentive spirometer. Part of the instructions involve inhaling into the tube at a specific rate. I can't look at this tool without reading it as Don Giovanni from Robin Hood, Men in Tights. Let's all enjoy Don Giovanni right now.
So much dumb and brilliance happening at once.
Sadly the exact moment from the movie is not on YouTube, but thanks GetYarn for giving me evidence that it's real.
2. I've never seen There Will Be Blood, but I have for years listened to a podcaster that loves it. When that happens, you pick up quotes that you have no context so you just take it literally. And I did. Post surgery care involved a drainage bulb. I still, one weel later, have enough strength to give this "quote" the energy it deserves and when the bulb was removed, I forgot this was flowing through my head for days. But I can't deny it.
Please, don't drink it up.
3. It turns out my surgeon had a conversation with me while I was still at the hospital under observation. Yep, had no memory what so ever of that. He called back days later to check in a and to repeat what he told me then. The mass they removed was tested and turned up benign. This is wonderful news but also put an early Scrubs moment in the mind projector.
I love Doctor Jan Itor.
So there I am a week out and allowed a damn shower. No more lung exercises, drainage bulbs, and test results have been delivered. Oh, my brain won't stop. In fact in trying to figure out the temporarily forgotten "Drainage", mind started to fill in anything it could handle to remember. Since I still need to sleep with my head elevated, let's just finish up on a classic.
