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The day of the surgery.

I wasn’t really that nervous. I knew what needed to be done and that was having my left nut removed. Period.

Denise and I walked into the hospital, filled out some paperwork and then they took me back to my room. They took my blood pressure and then did some blood work. The normal stuff they do before any surgery. It was warm in my room, thank God. There is nothing worse than having to be in a room, waiting for surgery and then have the room be cold.

Denise and I joked around, chatted. It was nice. We were in good spirits and knew that what I was doing was getting me on the road to beating the cancer. They put me in these WEIRD stocking kind of things but DAMN did they make my legs warm. I also got a pair of those socks that have little sticky traction treads on the bottom of them. Still have em. They are totally awesome.

Anyways, Dr. Martin came in the room and marked on my left leg with a big “X” to make sure he operated on the right side. I always find that funny that doctors and nurses have to do that but hey, don’t want them taking the wrong nut now do we? The nurse came back and said it was time. I kissed my wife and told her I loved her. I also gave my mom a hug and told her the same. They wheeled me back to the room and man operating rooms dont look like they do in the movies or on tv. But, when I got in the room I commented on the music and the nurse said that she could play something that I liked if I wanted. I told her very nicely that I doubt she would have any music that I like. She then said she had Metallica’s “Master of Puppets”. I gave her a look that made her happy and she put the CD in. I lay there on the table, with IV’s in me and started to drift off to Master of Puppets. Man, it was great.

I woke up and felt fine, minus the pain in my groin. I didn’t want to see the incision. I personally don’t like “fresh” incisions. It’s been almost three weeks and I can look at it and it’s no problem. But for some reason, I couldn’t look at it that day without getting sad. I think it was the fact that I lost my buddy that use to be on the left side of me down there. Anyways, the doctor came by, told me the surgery went great and that they sent the testicle to have pathology run on it and that he would see me on Friday for the results.

I spent about an hour in recovery and then decided it was time to take my first pee after the surgery. I have never had so many nurses walk 10 feet with me. I was able to pee and that was like the sign that I could go home. They brought in a wheelchair and took me to the front door. Denise picked me up and helped me in the car and took me home. She then told me that she had bought me “G.I. Joe” on Blu-Ray to watch and it made me so happy. Not cause I had the movie but she knew that I said something about renting it and knew that I wanted to see and she just went out and got it for me. This was the beginning of her campaign trail for the office of “Best Wife Ever”.

I got home and was still out of it. I went straight to bed after popping a few pain pills and I was out COLD.

When I woke up it was like 5 in the evening. I came and laid on the couch and we watched some Chelsea Lately. If you have never seen the show, it’s on E! every night and is flipping hilarious. While we were watching TV my friend Devin came by bringing both of us dinner. Carl’s Jr. had never tasted so good. I showed Devin my incision and then he left. I ate my food with my wife and then felt the need to go back to bed. Denise helped me back to the room and again I was out cold. I think I woke up twice that night to use the bathroom and felt awful cause every time I got up it woke her up. But, I guess it was for the best. Cause I was still learning how to get out of bed and she was there to help me out.

That’s the first day after the surgery. It just went uphill from here.

In the next entry I am going to tell you about the pathology results.

Too be continued….

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