Steven Boulet Music

Surprisingly, I sleep like a baby rock at the bottom of the ocean the night before surgery. The dreams are weird but not nightmares.

Packing up and getting to the hospital takes no time. I feel like time is speeding up as we get closer to surgery. Finally, it’s time for a delicious cocktail they hit me with before wheeling me back for the next 3 hours. Everything gets fuzzy and next thing I know my eyes are open and aliens are asking me how I’m doing.

My first thoughts are, what gives when are we gonna start this surgery, then I realize it’s over, then I realize I’m in a lot of pain. Pain and help are the only words I know how to say for the next hour I think.  I don’t remember asking them to keep Chelsea away but I do. Once they get it down from a 10 to 8 visitors start coming in.

I’ve had 5 surgeries and broken a dozen bones throughout my life but spinal surgery pain changed my 1-10 scale for sure. Did you know that some people are resistant to morphine…me neither; I guess it’s kind of rare but mom always told me I was special lol.

I’ll never walk again, I think, It hurts too much. My stomach is on fire and the thought of tightening an ab muscle is scary. My back aches like someone drilled huge lag bolts into it, which they kind of did. At some point, the doctors hit me with the right combination of drugs and I can start to relax enough to communicate in more than grunts. A little later I stand up and walk a few steps out the door and back. a few hours go by and we discover Percocet is the winner for Most Effective Oral Painkiller.

It’s not too long before I’m up for another walk, and this time I make a whole lap around my floor. The rest of the day is me fading in and out of consciousness on waves of muscle relaxers, pain killers, and pure exhaustion. It’s not till they come to pull my catheter out that I really wake up.