(I suppose I could expand this to have its own menu for multiple postings, but this will do for now.)
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The Humbled Teacher here with the report on my surgery.
I am typing one-handed.
What follows are the events at the surgery center for my carpal tunnel release surgery on Monday, 12/8/2025.
Everything was going fine until the nurse attempted to put in the IV.
It was very painful and I said so loudly.
She wouldn’t let me have my arm back until she had taped it up.
When she finished, it still hurt immensely and my wrist began ballooning from blood leaking internally.
It hurt a lot for some time afterwards and the IV was still not in.
Well, I was a bit disagreeable at this point so they gave me some time to calm down.
Soon, my doctor, the anesthesiologist, and three nurses showed up to console me.
The ‘juice-giver’ said he would be the one putting the IV in.
He had a sonogram machine brought in so he could see my veins and the IV needle for a perfect alignment.
It was from that point that I became a pin cushion.
Multiple times over multiple locations he attempted the IV but he failed.
He then asked me why I had such small veins!
Well, all this somewhat painful stabbing of my arm brought me to the state that I was trying to avoid.
I became faint – me, blood, and needles don’t mix.
The last I heard was someone saying that my blood pressure had dropped to 50.
I became white like a ghost and temporarily lost consciousness.
I came to in a sweat and the ‘juice-doc’ said the IV was in – yay.
They wheeled me back to the operating room, put an oxygen mask on me, and said I was about to get the ‘juice’ in the IV – yay again.
For several minutes the ‘juice-doc’ would ask me if I was getting sleepy, yet.
It was obvious that I was not.
It seemed clear that the IV was not properly placed after all.
Well, it now seemed that the ‘juice-doc’ was a bit dismayed as he removed the IV.
I was indifferent at this point since the heavy dosing of oxygen had me feeling calm and well, but thinking I was in a clown show.
Just then the ‘juice-doc’ said he knew an IV spot that would definitely work.
I asked where and he said in my neck.
I said let’s do it.
He began by using the sonogram machine again and when he had the right placement, he stuck me in the neck with the IV.
It hurt worse than in my arm so I was gritting my teeth.
‘Juice-doc’ announced that he had it placed but began fidgeting with it.
He then said he needed a “longer one” and that this one would not work.
The nurses began searching for a “longer one” – whatever that is.
As the nurses searched, ‘juice-doc’ removed the IV and applied pressure to my neck which caused my head to pound.
I knew he was trying to clot the hole, but I was thinking that I might be seeing the Lord sooner than I expected.
That’s when I verbalized a prayer to the Lord asking for this doctor to receive the Lord’s divine guidance to successfully place the IV.
Shortly afterwards, the “longer one” was found and the IV successfully placed.
I think the ‘juice-doc’ was again asking if I was feeling sleepy, but all I remember is the peace of being in the hands of the Lord.
The next thing I knew, I was on my way home – on Earth.
The surgery was over and I had survived.
I only wish I had prayed sooner.
That’s my story and I am sticking to it.