For those unaware, last week I underwent a minor surgical procedure to correct a small hernia. It was a blast, let me tell you… Sometime I’ll tell the whole story of what all happened, but suffice it to say I was very glad I got the Valium before they stuck me 4 times to find a good vein.
In the aftermath, and maybe this is the pain medicine talking, I started thinking about what lessons to learn from surgery and recovery. So here goes:
1) On my own, I am entirely too stubborn, selfish, and self-absorbed
What do I mean? Simply, I do not like not being in control and in charge of what I’m doing. I hate it when I can’t do simple things, and when I can’t be the one dictating what’s going on. Now, don’t get me wrong, I loved being babied and waited on but after a day or so I was getting restless. I also learned I’m not the best patient, in the sense that I often think I can push myself further than I can.
2) I married WAY over my head
I have a wife that is far too good for me than what I deserve. Never at any point of my whining and needs did she ever complain or have something better to do. The simplest things like helping me put on a shirt to the harder work like hauling the trash bags out she did with a smile on her face. It is really humbling to have someone around who breathes and lives for serving you, and you’re annoyed because you can’t walk more than 50 yards without hurting.
3) Doctors are God’s gift to us
I cannot imagine what life was like before complicated surgical practices like this that enabled me to return to normal life in less than a week. To think that someone cut me open and fixed things and stitched me back up and give me back my life is truly amazing. The healing arts and the skill of a physician is very intriguing. Scripture refers to wisdom in the sense of having ability given by God, and I truly believe a good doctor is worth his weight in gold.
4) God’s people are great
From the prayers before surgery to the countless encouragements on Facebook and the soft but loving hugs I got on Sunday night, God’s people demonstrated a loving spirit towards us.
5) I say really crazy things under anesthesia
Apparently I was furious that I couldn’t remember the moment the good stuff kicked in and I went to sleep. I also apparently made comments about how much I liked the pain meds. Clearly not my most eloquent time as a communicator. Thankful for gracious nurses who swear patient confidentiality 🙂
6) Freak accidents happen, and God provides
I don’t have a good story for how this happened, I think I was picking up a big box of books and twisted funny. That said, God provided all we needed in order to make this whole experience for our good. Nothing is outside of His control and His authority, and I am grateful for that.
7) Dealing with insurance companies will give me a stroke
Need I say more?
Thanks for allowing me to make some rambling musings about things!