I know I promised to post pictures of my surgery a few months ago and never did. I actually got sidetracked with life, doctors appointments and the likes. However this is what my arm looked like a few months ago when I first got the bandages off after surgery.
At that point I was pretty much unable to use the arm at all. However at this point most of the pain is gone in the arm and I have about 35% strength back. Bad news is that I notice my shoulder hurting more than I did before. Overall I have been healing up well and with any luck I will eventually be working again. What kind of shocked me about the whole ordeal is that they actually did not do much in the way of stitches and instead used a glue. Yes that is right, I was glued back together.
Now to give you the story of me going in for surgery. Of course I was a bit nervous having never been operated on before. I put on the gown and such lay on the stretcher and they ask me which arm is being operated on. I tell them "the left arm" and they put the IV into my right arm. Now a few different times by a few different nurses and even the doctor, they asked me "which arm are we operating on". Yes I was a bit annoyed at first, however only for a second and I realized they were trying to ensure that they were not making a mistake by checking not once, not twice but about six times in total that they are not fucking up and cutting the wrong arm. Once I am in the O.R. the anesthesiologist is an older guy that has a grin on his face as he tells me "don't worry I'll knock you out and you won't feel a damn thing big guy". I laughed and said "well I sure the hell hope so". He injects the knock out shit into my I.V., I see this and I hear him tell me "You'll be out shortly so relax", I begin to feel a minor burning in my right arm, a sign the meds are in me. After about a minute I tell the anesthesiologist "I don't know if this is working, I don't feel a damn thing", he retorts with "You got about 10 seconds then", then I was out.
I came to rather quickly, just like I closed my eyes and reopened them and said "Hey don't cut on me, I'm not out". I then hear a nurse say "the operation is done, 100% successful and without problems". I then looked around noticing that I was in a different room, I then look at my arm to see I was wrapped up like a mummy and I said "Well I'll be damned". I had no pain in my arm at all except if I bumped the spots where I was cut at. I found out the next day by the doctor that he numbed the shit out of my arm, enough to last a couple of days. Even when the meds wore off I still was not getting a lot of pain, to be truthful the pain was less than before the surgery. I stayed with a friend for a bit, then got a hotel room, where my high school crush came by and took care of me until I could take care of myself.
Today I am just retraining my arm and hand to preform like they use to. Just a matter of time now until I get most (I am shooting for all) of my use back. It is going to take some time, was told about 9 months to a year in total before we know. Right now I am around 4 months out and I have been doing better than expected. So I hope you guys enjoy this little read and thanks for all your best wishes when I was down.