I’m still alive, I promise.

I watched the gecko scamper across my wall too lazy to get up and do anything about it. Shooing this particular gecko is becoming a recurring chore. When I finally did muster up the energy to get out of bed to chase the critter towards the window the bastard crawled behind my kitchen shelves. We’re locked in a sort of standoff at the moment so I figured why not write about it?

My friends have being getting a little impatient with me and for good reason. It’s been well over a month since I posted anything and other than our brief Facebook chats they have no idea what’s going on in my life. My mom also requested I post a brief, “I’m alive!” message so her friends would know I’m still breathing and everything. So forgive me if this post seems a bit unfocused and rambling, I’m a bit rusty. I barely remembered to tell my parents I was going to the hospital for a second thumb surgery.

still alive

Not my proudest moment…

I also drastically underestimated what my second surgery would be like. Thinking I had the routine down pat I went to the hospital anticipating a few pre-op procedures and some downtime in the hotel-like patient rooms before going under-the-knife blissfully under the influence of general anesthesia.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Blinking hard I tried to comprehend what the doctor was telling me, positive I had heard him wrong.

“We’re going to do the procedure here,” he repeated.

Still in disbelief a held my breath while the nurse inserted an IV needle into my hand.
“I’m giving you some pain killer and in ten minutes the doctor will be back in to remove the plate,” he explained before walking out yelling something about a screwdriver.

Luckily whatever drugs they had dripping into my bloodstream were fast acting. This might not be so bad… I thought to myself letting my brain grow fuzzy around the edges.

Ten minutes turned into twenty and soon thirty came and went. I tried to entertain myself listening to the backpackers that kept hobbling in on crutches. Comically they danced around explanations:

“Well, it was late. Really late and I, uh, tripped…”

“We were watching the hockey game and, uh, the balcony really wasn’t big enough for all of us…”

Had my magical anti-pain drugs not worn off I probably would have shouted out, “Come on dude, we all know what really happened!”

Finally my doctor returned, screwdriver at the ready. Of course, by this time I was all too aware of what was going on and definitely pulled a Dorothy chanting, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, in my mind while my hand was treated like a pin cushion.

One look at my sliced-open thumb was all I could handle.

All in all the procedure only took about fifteen minutes but they were the longest fifteen minutes of my life. At least the accident that spurred this whole mess was over in the blink of an eye and I’ve blocked out most of that.

Always looking at the brighter side of life, at least I got to spend the afternoon enjoying free air/con, cable TV, and hospital food (which is surprisingly delicious!). And in a few weeks I’ll be able to put this whole mess behind me.

The day of my “surgery” was my four-month anniversary in Cambodia and I definitely feel like I have been initiated. I successfully navigated my first border-crossing visa run, survived a moto vs. bicycle collision, underwent an operation, danced in a ladyboy show*, and was conscious while a metal plate was dislodged from by bones.

I guess I can understand why my friends and family might get a tad worried when they don’t hear from me after a while…

*Another story for another time.
P.S. I have no idea where the gecko went…

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2 thoughts on “I’m still alive, I promise.

  1. Glad you are well and this side of the dirt. Yes, please update your mother now again. Hopefully, you will have a more successful 4 months ahead of you. Praying you stay safe and learn lots, Carmella

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  2. I had to laugh with your message to your parents–oh, BTW, going back to the hospital. But, as a parent myself I would ask you keep those messages to a minimum. XXOO.

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