So this past Tuesday my little brother had a surgery called .... ok honestly I don't know the technical term for it but here is what wiki says about it....
The Ravitch technique is an invasive surgery developed in the 1950s to treat the condition. This procedure involves creating an incision along the chest through which the cartilage is removed and the sternum detached. A small bar is then inserted underneath the sternum to hold it up in the desired position. The bar is left implanted until the cartilage grows back, typically about 6 months.
So with that said he has been doing well. On the medical side he had is foley and JP drain both removed today. He still has an epidural which is dosing him with a sweet amount of nerve block and hydromorphone and p.o. valium on the side.
Now on the psychological side he is being hilarious. Evidently large doses of benzo's and pain medication leads to hilarity.
Here are a few of my favorite conversation Christopher has had.....
Convo 1:
Respiratory therapist: oook we are going to scan your lil bracelet to make sure you are the right person.
Chris: (in the creepiest voice ever) OH i AM the right person (checks out R.T.) ....mmmm maybe not for you
Convo 2:
Nurse: Ok maybe today we can get you a bath....
Chris: you can get me a sponge bath....
Nurse: Well actually we have this 6'7" guy who gives bed baths...he walks in (she wasn't kidding...i've used that excuse before but its never been true!)
Chris: I'm straight
Convo 3:
Chris: I wish I could sleep but I can't stop pissing in this freaking tube.....(5 minutes pass) I did it again! I pissed in the tube (he was really frustrated though...it was funny)
Convo 4:
Chris: My nipples are itchy ( he was talking about his telemetry patches)
Those are just a few that come to mind currently. I'll update when I think of more.
