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Its Not Rocket Science :: Fred's Recovery Room
11.20.2004
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Fred has asked me to approach the captions for this gallery with the same levity as I do the other galleries. Her wish is, of course, my command.
These photos were all taken the morning after the surgery.
Basically they sliced her from above her left eye across and down to her right ear. What's the first thing somebody wants the morning after this procedure? A cigarette! |
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After slicing her open, Dr. Spetzler peeled her face down past her eye and drilled a hole in the front of her scull to access the aneurysm which was located in the center of her brain between her eyes.
Next morning she woke up and couldn't figure out why her eye was all squishy. We told her she was hallucinating and then we all went out for a smoke break and left her there. |
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When Dr. Spetzler came in for a follow up that morning he told us that there was about a fifty percent chance of Fred surviving the operation and about a twenty-five percent chance there wouldn't be any major brain damage.
One out of two aint bad. |
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| So the bitch, brain-damaged and all, talked the nurse into taking her out for some fresh air. Once outside she shouted "Sucker", whipped out menthol cigarette and lit up. |
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When I got in to see her that morning, the first thing she did was lift her gown up and say "They shaved my cooch, Babe". Those were the sweetest words I had ever heard.
(They had to shave her sub-cockle regions to insert the angiogram tube.) |
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| In this pic you can see the "ledge" or "bead" that was left from the incision. She has twenty two staples across her forehead. This, of course, was fine and dandy with Fred. She was expecting the Demi Moore, G.I. Jane look when she woke up. |
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| Lots and lots of tubes going this way and that. When they first brought her up into ICU they wanted to insert the cathater. Fred told the nurse that as long as she was physically able she would pee on her own and they would just have to deal with it. They did. |
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| Fred was up bright and early, had a bowl of oatmeal and went for a walk all before 8:00 a.m.. Morphine was still her best friend though. |
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Now she's ready to go clubbin'
In all seriousness; the days preceding this one were, without out a doubt, the worst of my life. there were many moments where the dread and fear that washed over me became so intense that I literally lost my mind. If it were not for the love and support of our friends there is no way of telling how things may have ended up. It is times like these when you truly learn who the important people in your life are. Fred and I thank all of you from the bottom of our hearts. |
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