Faster Than A Speedign Groundhog...

Well, I'm back home again and as Mark Twain once said "The reports or my demise have been greatly exaggerated". Here's the story:

I went in on February 4th for my scheduled operation where they went in through my nasal cavity and drain the cyst (while I slept and left most of the work to them).. Everything went according to plan and I was in post-op 4 hours later. The next day I was down on the 5th floor recovering in a comfy hospital bed with a rubber pillow where I basked in the glory of a room with no view, nothing to do and a roommate who coughed and talked in his sleep all night. Now normally this would have bothered the crap out of me but since they were coming in to take my blood every two hours there was no way I was going to sleep anyway. Besides, I was feeling good again so what did I have to complain about? I was staying the Toronto Western NOT the Toronto Weston (I think). The following Sunday (Feb 8th) they came in to tell me I was going home and I got out of be to get ready but I MAY have jumped the gun. As soon as my feet hit the floor I started seeing double, got dizzy and started vomiting. That's when they may have started changing their plans for me.

I was sent down for a CT Scan and it seems that little bastard had refilled already and needed to be drained again! So back to the O.R. and in through the nose again. This meant another week of "resting" in beautiful Downtown Toronto. This time I even got a private room and it really wasn't bad at all. Before I could say "Saline Drip" I had a small pouch installed in my head just under the incision from the first operation where the cyst could drain and they could aspirate without opening my head back up (which I was all for) and it was Friday and they were sending me home again. This time I made it all the way home thanks to Scott & Kelly Coleman who were visiting when I got my walking papers and I went straight to bed. This would have been great had it not been for the fact that that's where I stayed until Sunday. The pain in my head got so bad that by Sunday I could no longer lift my head off of the pillow without going blind with pain. At this point Amy decide to take me back to Emergency for them to have a "look-see" and I was bundled into the back of the car and driven downtown again. Once I got to T.W. they took my in and aspirated (a fancy word for sticking large needles into the top of my head and pulling the fluid out that way) about 15 cc's. (about a shot & a half to put it into perspective for most of you).

And that's where I've been since my last post but I'm home now and I just know that things are going to start going my way! Thanks again for all those who sent best wishes.

Remember; Keep your head in the game but maybe wear a helmet!

Sean.