Talking about it with the surgeon it basically came down to not wanting to suppress things like breathing and what not by piling opiates on top of anesthesia and me waking up faster than expected.
It has also had the positive effect of making me damned reluctant to risk more pain. After the previous surgery I was constantly pushing my limits, skipping pain pills and trying to escape my room, then going for hikes a few weeks after they sent me home.
Still, I seem to be creating some cognitive dissonance in the staff. The surgeon keeps talking about me hanging out for 2-3 more days until I’m cleared by the PT people. The PT people, though, are like, “just go home already….” We’ll see, maybe Sunday. SWHTL has apparently been dragging furniture around the living room to make me a proper nest.
The craziest part? Before the surgery I had noticed something in one of the CT scans they took (because the surgeon was staring at it) but he didn’t say anything about it so I figured I just didn’t know how to read a CT scan and didn’t bring it up. After the surgery, he told me that what he had been looking at was that the vertebrae had so completely collapsed into each other that they had already started fusing themselves together. He had to separate them to get them aligned and spaced properly. No issues with the surgery itself, though.
Now I just have to sit in a recliner for 6 weeks and try not to get saddle sores.
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