Sep 242019

Thank you to everybody who sent text messages and posted on Facebook wishing me well during my procedure yesterday. Everything went fine and now we just wait for the results.

We had to be at the hospital at 6:30 in the morning for my biopsies and neither one of us got much sleep the night before. Since it was still rather dark when we left the house, and my night vision is not very good, Terry drove. There wasn’t much traffic, just a few people hitting the street and heading for work. I remember telling Terry that I am very grateful that I am able to work from home and not have to get up at such an early hour and go someplace. I never have been an early morning person.

We arrived about 15 minutes early, and they immediately got me checked in. Just a few minutes later took me back to pre-op to get me ready. Once I had changed from my street clothes into a gown they hooked me up to various monitors, started an IV, then the nurse asked if I wanted to have Terry come in for a final goodbye. Final? What do you mean final? Do you know something I don’t know? She laughed and said that was a poor choice of words and rephrased it to ask if I like to see Terry again before they took me upstairs. Okay, that sounds better. At least a little bit better. Terry got a quick picture of me and gave me a kiss before they wheeled me out of there.

After they got me upstairs, the surgeon, the anesthesiologist, and a nurse talked to me briefly, then the nurse said she was going to add something to my IV to make me sleep. Whatever it was, they need to bottle it and sell it over the counter, because the next thing I knew I was in the recovery room and they were taking the breathing tube out of my throat. They kept me there for about an hour, then brought me back downstairs and got ready to kick me out the door. I think it was a little before noon when we left the hospital.

I had originally thought I would be able to do some work once I get home, but I was still pretty loopy from the meds and spent most of the afternoon napping in my recliner. Overall, aside from the back and head pain I have had all along, the only real discomfort was from the incision on the left side of my head. It hurt considerably more than the one on the right side. They say it will be about 48 hours before they have the results of the biopsies, and we will take it from there once we know something. As for the stitches, they are internal and the doctor said they will disintegrate on their own. The skin has surgical tape holding the incisions closed, which will fall off in due time.

With that behind us, it’s time to get on with life. I am still looking for a release of Dead Romeos toward the end of the week if all goes according to plan.

And finally, here’s another chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us.

Thought For The Day – The Devil whispered to me, “I’m coming for you!” I whispered back, “Bring pizza.”

Nick Russell

World-Famous, New York Times Best Selling Author, and All-Around Nice Guy!

  3 Responses to “All Over But The Stitches”

  1. Hope it’s all good news, and that they find the problem!

  2. Nick praying for good results. And keep the good humor it and Terri will carry you a long way. Besides you may be needed for another dunk tank. Although you might not volunteer so quickly now.

  3. Nick,
    I love those meds too! Praying for good results. Waiting for your new book

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