“Andrew…Andrew”

That’s all it took to bring me back to consciousness by Dr. Diaz late last night. In what was a very strange sensation, but I’m now assuming was my incision site having been cleaned (my femoral vein – little guy in my inner-thigh), I awoke to a feeling of wetness between my legs (we did the entire op with an external catheter – the nurses were all astounded by this device, having never seen one before – I was just happy that what is certainly the smallest orifice on my body, at least for now, remains an ‘exit-only’), making me nervous that my cath had busted/malfunctioned, but, thankfully, everything was ok. My biggest problem at that point was that I was freezing-ass-cold; operating rooms are generally kept at colder temps to prevent the spread of bacteria.


Long story short, surgery went off without a hitch – I anxiously await my next Doppler to see if the blockage has remained open. Up to now, I have not noticed any major improvements, but I’ve yet to start the

‘ass-kicking physio’ they do down here.

I’ll write more once I’m back at the hotel and have my headset and voice-recognition software – but I just wanted to put a quick one-hander together for everyone.

Pura Vida as the kind folk say down here…

-A.D.