I'm Wired

That phrase evokes different responses in people.

(A) Some might think it refers to how God made us... "I'm just wired that way."

(B) For the younger generation, they probably assume it has something to do with technology.

(C) And if you're accident prone, maybe the first image in your head is someone with their jaws wired shut.

(D) For me it's none of the above. It just means surgery went well, the device (i.e., wire and battery) implanted and functioning. 

I am pretty ouchy still and likely to be so for a few days. It makes sitting or laying down a little challenging.

The worst part was no doubt the anesthesia, of which there was waaaaay too much. I warned them. I truly did. But they always think they know so much more than us non-medical peons. Of course it doesn't affect them, so what do they care? It took a sweet forever to come out of it and I was sicker than a dog for hours, unable to even keep water down. Not fun.

The original prescription for pain meds did not sit well with me either, even though I only took half of one with breakfast before we headed back to Michigan. Not being a fan of the nausea and vomiting I asked the doctor's office to call in a different prescription, one I have used in the past with decidedly fewer ill effects.

Thanks for praying and please continue to pray as the incisions heal and I figure out the proper adjustment for the device. The original setting caused the toes on my right foot to twitch every time it activated (on 20 seconds, off 8 seconds) which I don't think is a desired outcome. Made for an interesting drug-induced, nausea-filled, toe-twitching night though. I'm surprised I didn't have any weird dreams but that's probably because I really didn't sleep very much. But that's about to change. I am preparing to get comfortable with an assortment of pillows all around me and catch up on some of that lost sleep.

Hasta manaña...