Hello everybody! This is the teenager. I read your notes. I'd like to thank you all for actually caring about me. I am getting better. I can't play gym for a while and I can't lift weights for six weeks. I missed my first three days of school but I'm back now and it's going really well. I really like my class, a few of my old friends are there, and my social studies teacher is really funny. When I got a question right yesterday he started bowing down to me with his arms out.
The operation was ok. I was kind of fearful. I had to drink this really disgusting liquid for the CAT scan. I don't remember anything about the operation. I was asleep. I rested in the hospital for a while, recovering. My side was sore for a while. I had to walk up and down the hallways to get my legs moving. It didn't tire me out, but it wasn't easy.
Dad and I took a walk up the hallway and he told me about the last time he walked with me in a hospital corridor. It was when I was newborn. He wheeled me around in my crib. I don't remember it. Dad says I was asleep the whole time, although a couple of times I opened one eye and glared at him. He called me Popeye.
The nurses were really nice. They were good to me. When I was discharged I had to be wheelchaired out to the car because I couldn't walk the whole way, especially down the stairs.
I'm just glad the operation was a success.
My mom and dad and my brother were real nice to me when I got home. I'm glad to be back. Thanks again for the notes.
Teenager!!! Congrats on doing well! No matter how far surgery has come, it is still an invasion of a sort. It is a testament to your sturdy stock that you are doing so well!
You know, it is a human trait to care about people and their conditions... one our Commander in Chief could remember... but I digress... Anyhow, I am glad to hear you are doing well. I really didn't worry about you, but I did worry about your father and mother. I know what it is like to be a parent and to see your child go through something like this... Glad all of you came out okay, Popeye!
Hey... I had a Popeye... I can't imagine you're related... Come to think of it, my father is a Popeye when he is tired...
Okay, I'll stop. Enjoy being back to the land of the healthy and do what they tell you to do. It may not make sense, but believe it or not... it makes sense.
Posted by: Jennifer | Tuesday, September 12, 2006 at 06:44 PM
At age 7, I had the ol' appendix removed. I'll never forget the Dr's comforting words when I pointed out to him that I never had an appendix operation before. "That's OK," he said, "I've never done one before."
LOL That was 56 years ago. Seems it was probably a success.
Posted by: Ronzoni Rigatoni | Tuesday, September 12, 2006 at 06:53 PM
Mr. Teenage Mannion,
Glad to hear you're doing so well and back to school and all that good stuff. And it sounds like you have a good social studies teacher. Can't beat that.
You know, I really liked your post. Come to think of it, it's one of the best one's I've read over this way in awhile.
Just kidding!
NOT about your post being a good post, but I'm just razzin' your dad.
You do that, don't you? Make sure you do -- whether he's nice to you or not.
It's your job! You're a teenager!
Posted by: blue girl | Tuesday, September 12, 2006 at 07:49 PM
Great post there, Teenage Mannion! I can tell that you inherited the Family Writing Gene.
That's a nice story your dad told about walking with you in the hospital when you were a baby. I'll bet he's full of lots and lots of good stories. In fact, as a member of the LMTTOMC, I know he is.
I'm really glad you're feeling better. I knew you'd come through with flying colors.
I know your mom and dad are still being nice to you. But how about your brother? Brothers sometimes forget once you start feeling better! :)
I'm happy you're back into the school routine. Have a great year and have fun!
Posted by: Rosy | Wednesday, September 13, 2006 at 09:18 AM
Good to hear from you, Teenage Mannion (a name which makes me think of the Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles)! I'm glad to hear you're on the mend!
Posted by: Claire | Wednesday, September 13, 2006 at 12:24 PM
Congrats, TM! I just had mine out. Here they call it a "lappy appy". Not fun but not that bad.
There was one funny thing about mine. We were in Grand Lake CO, and I had to be taken to Denver for the lappy appy. It was 8:30pm on Labor Day, on I-70, which was a parking lot. The ambulance driver, Mark, turned on the siren and lights and drove 90 mph. He shortened the regular trip by half! I enjoyed it 'cause I was feeling no pain by that time. Now, a week later, I think what could have happened if a 1500 lb bull moose had stepped out in the passing lane to take a doody. He would have been in the other gurney, asking for a Tylenol!
Have a great year.
Posted by: Gray Lensman | Wednesday, September 13, 2006 at 01:28 PM
Glad to hear you're doing well. I know from experience how disorienting surgery can be - doesn't it feel great to get back to normal?
Posted by: Kevin Wolf | Wednesday, September 13, 2006 at 02:51 PM
I'm so happy to hear that you're getting better, TM. You rock!
Posted by: Matt | Wednesday, September 13, 2006 at 08:58 PM
Sorry I missed all the excitement...I was in Dublin, where, come to think of it, it was plenty exciting.
But I would like to send best wishes for your recovery, Teen Mannion.
Posted by: KathyF | Thursday, September 14, 2006 at 08:42 AM