The surgery went well. I was zonked out through the whole thing.
The only complaint I have is that my throat hurts from the damn oxygen tube they shoved down it.
My arm is in a splint wrapped up by an ace bandage. Every finger is numb. Especially the pinky. Seems I can already extwnd my pinky all the way. This means no more doing push ups with my fists clenched.
I hope I haven't forgotten how to type. It'll be nice not to hunt and peck every letter. It'll help with the typos too.
Oh, and it's called a Dupuytner's contracture, not Dufuytener's.
Time to cook something up with one hand. No, that's not a euphamism. Perverts.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Dufuytner's Contracture
Surgery today scheduled at 10:30 AM.
Haven't eaten since 8:00 last night.
Didn't sleep fer shit.
Read up on the cause of this condition. Seems it's most common in those of Scandinavian descent.
Grandma on my dad's side was an orphan. Guess a Viking got anold of great-grandmother. Could also be descended from one of the Vikings that "settled" in Ireland. This would explain my surname that means 'sea warrior' in Irish.
Think I'll take a nap before I go.
Haven't eaten since 8:00 last night.
Didn't sleep fer shit.
Read up on the cause of this condition. Seems it's most common in those of Scandinavian descent.
Grandma on my dad's side was an orphan. Guess a Viking got anold of great-grandmother. Could also be descended from one of the Vikings that "settled" in Ireland. This would explain my surname that means 'sea warrior' in Irish.
Think I'll take a nap before I go.
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