Quoth Cutenoob
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I'm laying in bed, having just woken up for a bit, and deciding to wait on my next dose of vicodin before sleeping again. Using my phone for browsing means I don't even have to get out from under the covers. Modern technology is fantastic!
So, I got the hospital on time, and the doctor was about 45 minutes late. The last thing I remember clearly is laying down on the operating table, and finding out that one of the OR nurses was from Chile. I practiced my Spanish very briefly, and found out that I need lots more vocabulary. At least she smiled when I told her "no entiendo" (I don't understand).
After that, during waking up, I apparently was not a good patient. Some sort of reaction to the anesthetic, and I was thrashing around. I don't know if I hurt anyone or not, but I hope I didn't. They were all such good people, and I would hate to find out I hurt any of them, even though I was not in control of myself.
I think I'll ask what the anesthetic used was, so I can tell future anesthetologists about my reaction to it.
So, the. upshot to everything is that the doctor found and removed, as he told my wife, a rather large cholesteatoma. I don't know what else (if anything) had to be removed, and don't know if there are any long side effects (one possible side effect would have been the need to visit a specialist ever six to twelve months for professional ear cleaning). I'm going to go see him come Monday, and find out.
At least the worst is over now. Depending on the outcome, I might get to do this again in a year. I hope not, but we will see.
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