Showing posts with label medical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label medical. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Andrew's Post Surgery

Alive and well! Andrew made it through a successful ACL reconstruction procedure. It took 1hr30 to patch him back up.....then 4hrs more for him to wake up and leave the OR.
Fully rested, we load him into his car (i had to learn stick-shift that morning) and headed to our friendly neighborhood drugstore. We also had to pick up his much anticipated handicap parking permit.

- jelsen

Monday, March 10, 2008

Good Morning // 07

...and here we are. Since we had to rise & shine far earlier than Andrew's usual collegiate mid-day, he was more than happy to be back in a horizontal position.
This machine here is basically a motor controlled icebox. After the surgery we'll wrap his leg in it so that he can stay comfortably numb to the guns.
This is America....anytime's the best time for red tape. I think Andrew's most excited about getting a Disabled Parking pass.

Now, that's positive thinking.
While he's under ive been trying to keep to my daily routine. Since my baby (a refurbished macbook pro i bought 5mos ago) is also under the knife back home at TekServe (then i'll have a re-refurbished mac)- ive had the privilege of using a device called a 'PC'.

My digital productivity is limited to emailing. Andrew's an accounting major for pete's sake....at a business school. So, no CS3 for miles. The pen & pad it is.

oh yeah - and bloggin'.

- jelsen

Boston, here i come

After my bloodymary-assisted brunch at The Speakeasy i jumped on the Fung Wah Bus ($15 NYC to Boston each way) well prepared for the 4hr mini-journey ahead.

My little brother, Andrew, has been going to school [Bentley College] up there for almost four years now. I rarely get to visit the lil fella, so when he tore his ACL during a soccer game i couldnt think of a more applicable reason to come to Boston: surgery.

Aaaaw, dont feel so sorry for him. he doesnt seem to be worried about the surgery at all.

See? its 8hrs before the procedure and he's calmly ordering tex-mex.
Dattaboy. tomorrow's a big day, indeed.

- jelsen