One last sponge bath later, I could have so gotten used to that, I was dressed and handed a pharmacy of medications to be taken before meals, after meals and as required. I knew I should have brought my dosing box with me. As one nurse was explaining my medications, another was trying to put my shoes on for me. A black pair of gladiator type sandals, there is a trick to put them on since all the straps tend to catch on your foot making it seem too small. My poor nurse was struggling with them but finally managed to get them on. I had been looking for a nice pair of thongs before I went to surgery but, as Russell Peters would say, in Thailand I'm the equivalent of Shaquille O'Neal.
It was a point further proved when I went to sit in the car back to the hotel. I know had my own infamous donut cushion and with that under my butt, I had to crane my neck forward and hunch severely in order to fit in the back seat. At least wheel chairs didn't have height restrictions and I was wheeled up to my room upon reaching the hotel. My porter didn't wheel me very fast and I considered upgrading him with the turbo option.
Back at the clinic, my doctor had said I could eat whatever I wanted now, so perusing the room service menu, I tried to find something to eat. Strangely, there was nothing that really excited me even though I was sure I had been thoroughly looking forward to eating many items on it prior to surgery. Ultimately, I settled on a green vegetable curry that didn't have a "hot" symbol next to it. The menu lied. Either that or my sensitivity to chilli had been restored where it had been removed during my previous surgery earlier this year. Having decided on something from the Thai portion of the menu, I was feeling rather disappointed with my choice and decided not to limit myself next time. It wasn't like I was ordering something from McDonald's.... although, I am curious...
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