On Surgery and Slowing Down I’m realising that I’m not good at slowing down. Of all the things I’m bad at, slowing down might be the worst of them. I went in for surgery this week, a fun experience that involved punching a hole in my groin and running a tube through my kidneys. It was actually the second round of surgery. I went in last week for the same procedure and they couldn’t find the vein they were looking for, so I went home with a limp and track marks down my arms. I had to get a CT scan where they inject iodine dye in to your veins. The nurse in charge told me I’d feel warm, have a metallic taste in my mouth, and then have the sensation of wetting myself. Accurate. I had just barely recovered when they brought me back in for surgery round two, which was thankfully a success. As part of the surgery I’m meant to be spend the next two weeks chilling. Not bed rest for two weeks, thank goodness, but a couple of days of not doing anything at all, followed by ten days of not lifting anything, no hectic exercise, just generally lazing around the house. I hate it. Continue reading “On Surgery and Slowing Down”