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My Brazilian Jiu Jitsu Shoulder Injury - Part 2 of 3: Organ Removal & Opiates

My shoulder surgery was scheduled, but a few weeks prior I woke up with lower abdominal pain at 5:30am.  Before rolling over and falling back asleep, the thought occured to me that the pain felt close to where my appendix is allegedly located.  A few hours later, I was still experiencing periodic, stabbing pain so I made an appointment to see my doctor that afternoon.  The pain improved considerably by lunch time, but after a quick assessment, my primary care physician hustled me out the door, and told me to go to the ER immediately, as my symptoms were classic appendicitis.  When I arrived at the ER, I waited for a couple of hours before being given a bed in the (packed) triage area.  My bed was next to an uninsured, loud, angry homeless man who was being treated incredibly patiently by the staff over the course of many hours.  Next to the homeless man, an LAPD officer sat guarding the room of an injured bad guy.
 
I was watching Family Guy on my personal TV monitor when the stabbing pain began to get more frequent, and more painful.  When a doctor checked in on me, I said "the pain is starting to get a little worse" so they injected morphine into my IV.  This, my friends, is something magical that everyone should experience at least once in their lives.  I could feel the warmth spread throughout my circulature like liquid euphoria.  The world, the shitty triage area, the Family Guy rerun, it was all so fucking wonderful.  At that moment, I regretted that I had but one appendix to have removed.
 
I still had pain, in fact, the morphine didn't even seem to address the pain (not that I minded), so when the doctor came by again, and asked me how I felt, I told him "I feel warm all over, but the pain is still there" figuring I might not ever get the opportunity to receive a heavy-duty opiate intravenoiusly.  So they gave me Dilaudid which is about four times as strong as Morphine.  This is like the hard liquor of opiates, and got me so high that I wasn't really aware of my body enough to know it could feel something called "pain".  This stuff was only a couple of steps away from herion which I can say with pretty high confidence must be TOTALLY AWESEOME!
 
 
A little after midnight, my surgeon and a resident came by to personally wheel me up.  The surgeon seemed mildly disgusted by the triage area, and didn't laugh when I asked him to be careful with scarring based on my work as a bikini model, but then again, the drugs were having a really negative effect on my comedic timing.  I met with a couple of nurses prior to the procedure.  One of the nurses (Filipino, of course) had actually visited Westside Training Center a few months ago.  She lives really close to the academy, but couldn't enroll her kids based on their schedule.  Small world.  They injected another drug into my IV, which the nurse explained with a giggle "is kind of like getting roofied", and less then a minute later, I was knocked out.
 
As soon as I regained consciousness I demanded to call home, which I do not remember (nor do I remember the call home itself, however, I apparently called the doctors "incompetent" and the nurses "monsters" in front of the doctors and nurses because I thought it would be funny).
 
In spite of having a breathing tube shoved down my throat, a catheter shoved up my penis, my tummy ripped open, and an organ yanked out, I probably had one of the easiest appendicitis in the history of the world.  I was heavily medicated on awesome drugs before feeling much pain, and only experienced a bit of discomfort for a few days as my internal organs jockeyed for position over the new vacancy in my abdomen.  I was back on the mat in less than two weeks.  I really don't know why people make such a big deal out of having a baby when an appendicitis is pretty much the same thing and it's not that big of a deal.
 
 
I was watching Family Guy on my personal TV monitor when the stabbing pain began to get more frequent, and more painful.  When a doctor checked in on me, I said "the pain is starting to get a little worse" so they injected morphine into my IV.  This, my friends, is something magical that everyone should experience at least once in their lives.  I could feel the warmth spread throughout my circulature like liquid euphoria.  The world, the shitty triage area, the Family Guy rerun, it was all so fucking wonderful.  At that moment, I regretted that I had but one appendix to have removed.
 
I still had pain, in fact, the morphine didn't even seem to address the pain (not that I minded), so when the doctor came by again, and asked me how I felt, I told him "I feel warm all over, but the pain is still there" figuring I might not ever get the opportunity to receive a heavy-duty opiate intravenoiusly.  So they gave me Dilaudid which is about four times as strong as Morphine.  This is like the hard liquor of opiates, and got me so high that I wasn't really aware of my body enough to know it could feel something called "pain".  This stuff was only a couple of steps away from herion which I can say with pretty high confidence must be TOTALLY AWESEOME!
 
Bikini model.
 
I met with a couple of nurses prior to the procedure.  One of the nurses (Filipino, of course) had actually visited Westside Trianing Center a few months ago.  She lives really close to the academy, but couldn't enroll her kids based on their schedule.  Small world.  The injected another drug into my IV, which the nurse said "is kind of like getting roofied", and less then a minute later, I was knocked out.
 
As soon as I regained consciousness I demanded to call home, which I do not remember (nor do I remember the call home itself, however, I apparently called the doctors "incompetent" and the nurses "monsters" in front of the doctors and nurses because I thought it would be funny).
 
In spite of having a breathing tube shoved down my throat, a catheter shoved up my penis, my tummy ripped open, and an organ yanked out, I probably had one of the easiest appendicitiuses in the history of the world.  I was heavily medicated on awesome drugs before feeling much pain, and only expeirenced a bit of discomfort for a few days as my internal organs jockied for position over the new vacancy in my abdomen.  I was back on the mat in less than two weeks, trained for a few days, and then went back under the knife for my shoulder.
 
 
 
I woke up one morning with lower abdominal pain at 5:30am. Prior to rolling over and falling back asleep, the thought occured to me that the pain felt close to where my appendix is allegedly located. A few hours later, I was still experiencing periodic, stabbing pain so I made an appointment to see my doctor that afternoon. The pain improved considerably by lunch time, but after a quick assessment, my primary care physician hustled me out the door, and told me to go to the ER immediately, as my symptoms were classic appendicitis. When I arrived at the ER, I waited for a couple of hours before being given a bed in the (packed) triage area. My bed was next to an uninsured, loud, angry homeless man who was being treated incredibly patiently by the staff over the course of many hours. Next to the homeless man, an LAPD officer sat guarding the room of an injured bad guy.
I was watching Family Guy on my personal TV monitor when the stabbing pain began to get more frequent, and more painful. When a doctor checked in on me, I said "the pain is starting to get a little worse" so they injected morphine into my IV. This, my friends, is something magical that everyone should experience at least once in their lives. I could feel the warmth spread throughout my circulature like liquid euphoria. The world, the shitty triage area, the Family Guy rerun, it was all so fucking wonderful. At that moment, I regretted that I had but one appendix to have removed.
I still had pain, in fact, the morphine didn't even seem to address the pain (not that I minded), so when the doctor came by again, and asked me how I felt, I told him "I feel warm all over, but the pain is still there" figuring I might not ever get the opportunity to receive a heavy-duty opiate intravenoiusly. So they gave me Dilaudid which is about four times as strong as Morphine. This is like the hard liquor of opiates, and got me so high that I wasn't really aware of my body enough to know it could feel something called "pain". This stuff was only a couple of steps away from herion which I can say with pretty high confidence must be TOTALLY AWESEOME!
Bikini model.
I met with a couple of nurses prior to the procedure. One of the nurses (Filipino, of course) had actually visited Westside Trianing Center a few months ago. She lives really close to the academy, but couldn't enroll her kids based on their schedule. Small world. The injected another drug into my IV, which the nurse said "is kind of like getting roofied", and less then a minute later, I was knocked out.
As soon as I regained consciousness I demanded to call home, which I do not remember (nor do I remember the call home itself, however, I apparently called the doctors "incompetent" and the nurses "monsters" in front of the doctors and nurses because I thought it would be funny).
In spite of having a breathing tube shoved down my throat, a catheter shoved up my penis, my tummy ripped open, and an organ yanked out, I probably had one of the easiest appendicitiuses in the history of the world. I was heavily medicated on awesome drugs before feeling much pain, and only expeirenced a bit of discomfort for a few days as my internal organs jockied for position over the new vacancy in my abdomen. I was back on the mat in less than two weeks, trained for a few days, and then went back under the knife for my shoulder.
I woke up one morning with lower abdominal pain at 5:30am.  Before rolling over and falling back asleep, the thought occured to me that the pain felt close to where my appendix is allegedly located.  A few hours later, I was still experiencing periodic, stabbing pain so I made an appointment to see my doctor that afternoon.  The pain improved considerably by lunch time, but after a quick assessment, my primary care physician hustled me out the door, and told me to go to the ER immediately, as my symptoms were classic appendicitis.  When I arrived at the ER, I waited for a couple of hours before being given a bed in the (packed) triage area.  My bed was next to an uninsured, loud, angry homeless man who was being treated incredibly patiently by the staff over the course of many hours.  Next to the homeless man, an LAPD officer sat guarding the room of an injured bad guy.
 
I was watching Family Guy on my personal TV monitor when the stabbing pain began to get more frequent, and more painful.  When a doctor checked in on me, I said "the pain is starting to get a little worse" so they injected morphine into my IV.  This, my friends, is something magical that everyone should experience at least once in their lives.  I could feel the warmth spread throughout my circulature like liquid euphoria.  The world, the shitty triage area, the Family Guy rerun, it was all so fucking wonderful.  At that moment, I regretted that I had but one appendix to have removed.
 
I still had pain, in fact, the morphine didn't even seem to address the pain (not that I minded), so when the doctor came by again, and asked me how I felt, I told him "I feel warm all over, but the pain is still there" figuring I might not ever get the opportunity to receive a heavy-duty opiate intravenoiusly.  So they gave me Dilaudid which is about four times as strong as Morphine.  This is like the hard liquor of opiates, and got me so high that I wasn't really aware of my body enough to know it could feel something called "pain".  This stuff was only a couple of steps away from herion which I can say with pretty high confidence must be TOTALLY AWESEOME!
 
Bikini model.
 
I met with a couple of nurses prior to the procedure.  One of the nurses (Filipino, of course) had actually visited Westside Trianing Center a few months ago.  She lives really close to the academy, but couldn't enroll her kids based on their schedule.  Small world.  The injected another drug into my IV, which the nurse said "is kind of like getting roofied", and less then a minute later, I was knocked out.
 
As soon as I regained consciousness I demanded to call home, which I do not remember (nor do I remember the call home itself, however, I apparently called the doctors "incompetent" and the nurses "monsters" in front of the doctors and nurses because I thought it would be funny).
 
In spite of having a breathing tube shoved down my throat, a catheter shoved up my penis, my tummy ripped open, and an organ yanked out, I probably had one of the easiest appendicitiuses in the history of the world.  I was heavily medicated on awesome drugs before feeling much pain, and only expeirenced a bit of discomfort for a few days as my internal organs jockied for position over the new vacancy in my abdomen.  I was back on the mat in less than two weeks, trained for a few days, and then went back under the knife for my shoulder.
I still had pain, in fact, the morphine didn't even seem to address the pain (not that I minded), so when the doctor came by again, and asked me how I felt, I told him "I feel warm all over, but the pain is still there" figuring I might not ever get the opportunity to receive a heavy-duty opiate intravenoiusly. So they gave me Dilaudid which is about four times as strong as Morphine. This is like the hard liquor of opiates, and got me so high that I wasn't really aware of my body enough to know it could feel something called "pain". This stuff was only a couple of steps away from herion which I can say with pretty high confidence must be TOTALLY AWESEOME!
Bikini model.
I met with a couple of nurses prior to the procedure. One of the nurses (Filipino, of course) had actually visited Westside Trianing Center a few months ago. She lives really close to the academy, but couldn't enroll her kids based on their schedule. Small world. The injected another drug into my IV, which the nurse said "is kind of like getting roofied", and less then a minute later, I was knocked out.
As soon as I regained consciousness I demanded to call home, which I do not remember (nor do I remember the call home itself, however, I apparently called the doctors "incompetent" and the nurses "monsters" in front of the doctors and nurses because I thought it would be funny).
In spite of having a breathing tube shoved down my throat, a catheter shoved up my penis, my tummy ripped open, and an organ yanked out, I probably had one of the easiest appendicitiuses in the history of the world. I was heavily medicated on awesome drugs before feeling much pain, and only expeirenced a bit of discomfort for a few days as my internal organs jockied for position over the new vacancy in my abdomen. I was back on the mat in less than two weeks, trained for a few days, and then went back under the knife for my shoulder.
I woke up one morning with lower abdominal pain at 5:30am. Prior to rolling over and falling back asleep, the thought occured to me that the pain felt close to where my appendix is allegedly located. A few hours later, I was still experiencing periodic, stabbing pain so I made an appointment to see my doctor that afternoon. The pain improved considerably by lunch time, but after a quick assessment, my primary care physician hustled me out the door, and told me to go to the ER immediately, as my symptoms were classic appendicitis. When I arrived at the ER, I waited for a couple of hours before being given a bed in the (packed) triage area. My bed was next to an uninsured, loud, angry homeless man who was being treated incredibly patiently by the staff over the course of many hours. Next to the homeless man, an LAPD officer sat guarding the room of an injured bad guy.
I was watching Family Guy on my personal TV monitor when the stabbing pain began to get more frequent, and more painful. When a doctor checked in on me, I said "the pain is starting to get a little worse" so they injected morphine into my IV. This, my friends, is something magical that everyone should experience at least once in their lives. I could feel the warmth spread throughout my circulature like liquid euphoria. The world, the shitty triage area, the Family Guy rerun, it was all so fucking wonderful. At that moment, I regretted that I had but one appendix to have removed.
I still had pain, in fact, the morphine didn't even seem to address the pain (not that I minded), so when the doctor came by again, and asked me how I felt, I told him "I feel warm all over, but the pain is still there" figuring I might not ever get the opportunity to receive a heavy-duty opiate intravenoiusly. So they gave me Dilaudid which is about four times as strong as Morphine. This is like the hard liquor of opiates, and got me so high that I wasn't really aware of my body enough to know it could feel something called "pain". This stuff was only a couple of steps away from herion which I can say with pretty high confidence must be TOTALLY AWESEOME!
Bikini model.
I met with a couple of nurses prior to the procedure. One of the nurses (Filipino, of course) had actually visited Westside Trianing Center a few months ago. She lives really close to the academy, but couldn't enroll her kids based on their schedule. Small world. The injected another drug into my IV, which the nurse said "is kind of like getting roofied", and less then a minute later, I was knocked out.
As soon as I regained consciousness I demanded to call home, which I do not remember (nor do I remember the call home itself, however, I apparently called the doctors "incompetent" and the nurses "monsters" in front of the doctors and nurses because I thought it would be funny).
In spite of having a breathing tube shoved down my throat, a catheter shoved up my penis, my tummy ripped open, and an organ yanked out, I probably had one of the easiest appendicitiuses in the history of the world. I was heavily medicated on awesome drugs before feeling much pain, and only expeirenced a bit of discomfort for a few days as my internal organs jockied for position over the new vacancy in my abdomen. I was back on the mat in less than two weeks, trained for a few days, and then went back under the knife for my shoulder.