My adventure in plastic surgery - part 9

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This time my mother was back in town. She picked me up and took me to the hospital. I wasn't exactly sure what the doctor was going to do to repair the hole, but I was more than ready for it to be gone. The surgery went fine, the waking up, not so much. I came out with an extremely severe headache. So bad, I threw up on the way out of surgery. I continued to throw up for several hours before they finally gave me something to calm it. As for the surgical site, it was closed and covered and had a tube leading out to a suction thingie taped to my stomach. My mother was very worried about me by the time they released me. Heck, with the splitting headache, I was worried about me too. I've had a long history of headaches, but this was the worst. It also lasted nearly as long as the headache after I totaled the car in 1972. Perhaps the only reason it didn't last as long was because they have better drugs to treat migraines now. I was refered to a neurologist. I was put on an "emergency" migraine pill 3 times daily. Now, this was also when my friend, Elaine, who I have mentioned many times, was dying. http://web.archive.org/web/20001001122730/www.geocities.com/Athens/Styx/7246/elaine.html and I was down in Houston as much as I could be. The good news was this surgery was good, the bad news... I was still suffering from the after effects of the drugs. to be continued...