E mocht na-Kaiserschnitt hab'n

When my big brother, Joel, was on a mission to Austria, he went with his companion to an Austrian barber. His companion told him that if he wanted a crew cut "flat top", he needed to ask for a Kaiserschnitt. So he did. Loudly, and slowly, a couple of times over, so that the barber could understand. What was he really asking for? A C-section. Elders can be so cruel to greenies.

And I don't think that he wanted one any more than the one that I got. Besides having a totally cold room and wearing nuthin' but my gown, I told the anesthesiologist that drugs take awhile to take affect with me. Gosh darn it! He gave me the same "Yeah, yeah . . ." that I always get. And it took longer than he thought for the drugs to take affect. At first it felt like I was laying on top of sparklers. And then it hurt. "OW!"

I don't know what he gave me, but I gave in to it and was on a magical ride to I-don't-remember-where. I know I said stuff, but Matthew said that I was only mumbling stuff that was completely incoherent. I think I was saying, "I told you so, you freakin' idiot!"

To add insult to injury, I got a "spinal headache" which sounds innocuous enough, but due to spinal fluid leaking out of the aforementioned epidural, I got the most incredible headache of my life - lasting about a week. At first it was like a vice-grip on my upper head, and soon followed with the sensation that I'd been hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat. It's rare. I was told that it affects less than 4% of recipients. Lucky me!

So, if you've wondered where I am, it has been in a drug-induced coma sorta place. I am doing a little better, and trying to get everything under control. Slowly. I've been hab'n na Kaiserschnitt.