March 1, 2017 10:00 PM Dallas, Texas in some condo – I’m sitting in a living room with my mother, father, sister, her husband and my wife. I’m nibbling on some trout and making small talk. My mind is constantly reminding me that I have to be awake at 4:30 AM to head to the hospital for brain surgery. It’s still not making much sense to me. In fact the only thing that does make sense is that my life is about to change forever.
March 2 2017 (My birthday) 4:30 AM. I’m awake in bed. I don’t want to leave. I don’t know what to think or what to do. I jump in the shower and just sit there letting the water rush over my head and body. It seems like I’m in the shower for eternity. Finally I get out and get dressed.
March 2, 2017 5:30 AM. We go up to floor #2 at Zale Lipshy hospital and I check in for surgery. In 15 minutes I’m back in a prep room taking all of my clothes off, placing them in a bag, and slipping a yellow robe on.
March 2, 2017 6:00 AM. Nurse comes in and shaves a couple of spots on the left side of my head to sit on the pole looking things. She muttered something about a GPS for the brain.
March 2, 2017 6:15 AM. Nurse starts IVs in both of my wrists and one under my right wrist and I think another midway up my left arm. She also gave me some pain pills.
March 2, 2017 6:30 AM. Skinny legged, 25 looking year old guy walks into room and says something like “Im Dr. so and so I’m you’re anesthesiologist”. Anyhow, he pulls out a little syringe with hardly any liquid in it and I ask him, “what the heck is that”? He responded “ah man, it’s a little drug cocktail”. He proceeded to inject it into my left arm IV and that was all she wrote. I woke up 6 hours later.
March 2, 2017 1:00 PM. Faces began to appear. It’s like I’m flying a million miles per hour back into reality from some other world. Mom and wife come into the room. I’m crying belligerently, they are too. I begin to preach to them the reasons I took the road I did in life to make them understand. They didn’t care. They were just happy that it went well. Dad and grandparents came in – dad couldn’t handle it.
March 2, 2017 2:00 – March 3 10:00AM. They had me sectioned off on (I think on some unused floor) of the hospital. Excruciating pain- pain so over the limit the hospital didn’t have any medicine to get rid of it. I was on Dilottid and all kinds of morphine. This stuff worked for maybe 2 minutes at a time. I spent all day and night yelling in pain. Then the hospital hit the limit of narcotics they could give to me. Didn’t matter, because I started throwing it all up over myself.
March 3, 2017 2:00 PM. Doctors said they removed everything and it’s great. This is good news. They move me into a super comfortable room and this is where I stayed out the rest of the week in peace and quiet.
March 6, 2017 10:00 AM – Professor X rolling down the sidewalk headed home!