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<blockquote data-quote="Tob" data-source="post: 16169192" data-attributes="member: 83412"><p>Bruno, I think I have it figured out. You never get back to 100% and learn to accept the fact that as the years go by that percentage continually decreases. I'm lucky though. The Cleveland Clinic gave me the best outcome possible. I was surrounded by some fantastic people. And as doped up I was on Fentanyl (and everything else you could imagine) I was tended to by the finest young ladies to ever wear a nurses uniform. They just kept showing up, one after another and it was hard to be in pain when surrounded with such beauty, and that includes my lovely wife who was there every moment of the way. George from MGW flew to Cleveland to see me and bust my balls.</p><p></p><p>Worst parts of the whole thing? The ****ing breathing tube. The moment I woke up I wanted that out immediately. You can't talk and breathing is difficult. It feels like you are being choked. A guy came in and twice said I wasn't awake enough for them to pull it out. The third time I opened my eyes wider than Marty Feldman ever could and stared at him. They finally pulled it. Second to that, the ****ing catheter. They inflate a ball at the end of it so it doesn't come out. The hose is way larger in diameter than you'd ever believe. There were three or so nurses doing shit to me and one of them got tangled in the catheter line and tripped backwards, yanking my junk from the inside out. I could have bitten through a 1/2" rebar no problem. After that, I held that tube with all my might when the staff got near it. And the day it came out I had the cutest girl in the world do it so I did my best to roll with it and not complain.</p><p></p><p>You got tubes in your stomach draining flesh and goop into a machine. Wires coming out of your chest attached to your heart in case they have to give you a jolt or two. I battled with AFib and thankfully it stopped. There's a cluster of tubes coming out of your neck that was extremely bothersome. IV's in each arm. Constant blood draws and checks, sometimes hourly. They gave me pills constantly. The opioids make it so you can't shit and that becomes a problem. I woke up with my right hand being completely numb and it hasn't gone away - I admit that scares me as much as the heart stuff. If it doesn't come back that'll be a major adjustment. And my vision took a complete shit. They keep your brain alive with a machine while your heart is stopped and I sense something got lost in the translation there.</p><p></p><p>But hey, having the surgery done sure beats the alternative. People that die from a brain or heart aneurysm is a God awful way to go. I feel like the Reaper took a shot at me and won't be giving up soon. So I'm ok never getting back to 100% as long as I can fight that bastard off with one hand.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Tob, post: 16169192, member: 83412"] Bruno, I think I have it figured out. You never get back to 100% and learn to accept the fact that as the years go by that percentage continually decreases. I'm lucky though. The Cleveland Clinic gave me the best outcome possible. I was surrounded by some fantastic people. And as doped up I was on Fentanyl (and everything else you could imagine) I was tended to by the finest young ladies to ever wear a nurses uniform. They just kept showing up, one after another and it was hard to be in pain when surrounded with such beauty, and that includes my lovely wife who was there every moment of the way. George from MGW flew to Cleveland to see me and bust my balls. Worst parts of the whole thing? The ****ing breathing tube. The moment I woke up I wanted that out immediately. You can't talk and breathing is difficult. It feels like you are being choked. A guy came in and twice said I wasn't awake enough for them to pull it out. The third time I opened my eyes wider than Marty Feldman ever could and stared at him. They finally pulled it. Second to that, the ****ing catheter. They inflate a ball at the end of it so it doesn't come out. The hose is way larger in diameter than you'd ever believe. There were three or so nurses doing shit to me and one of them got tangled in the catheter line and tripped backwards, yanking my junk from the inside out. I could have bitten through a 1/2" rebar no problem. After that, I held that tube with all my might when the staff got near it. And the day it came out I had the cutest girl in the world do it so I did my best to roll with it and not complain. You got tubes in your stomach draining flesh and goop into a machine. Wires coming out of your chest attached to your heart in case they have to give you a jolt or two. I battled with AFib and thankfully it stopped. There's a cluster of tubes coming out of your neck that was extremely bothersome. IV's in each arm. Constant blood draws and checks, sometimes hourly. They gave me pills constantly. The opioids make it so you can't shit and that becomes a problem. I woke up with my right hand being completely numb and it hasn't gone away - I admit that scares me as much as the heart stuff. If it doesn't come back that'll be a major adjustment. And my vision took a complete shit. They keep your brain alive with a machine while your heart is stopped and I sense something got lost in the translation there. But hey, having the surgery done sure beats the alternative. People that die from a brain or heart aneurysm is a God awful way to go. I feel like the Reaper took a shot at me and won't be giving up soon. So I'm ok never getting back to 100% as long as I can fight that bastard off with one hand. [/QUOTE]
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