Rocking Into A Hernia

hernia post opAlways lift things the right way, you don’t want to get a hernia. I like to tell people I rocked so hard that I got a hernia. Reality is tad farther from the truth. What’s the reality? I was doing a P90X workout. Specifically it happened while I was doing a tricep row in a forward lunge.

It doesn’t look like it, but I’m pretty strong in this regard. So a couple of years ago I decided to add a bit more weight to the exercise. So far so good. Then I switched sides and I ended up spacing out a little bit on my body form. Lift, lift, lift, pfft, hmmm, what was that? Lift, and finished out the workout.

I didn’t really notice it as it was extremely small.

Fast forward to a couple of months ago and I’m chatting on the phone with a friend who is undergoing a hernia operation. Seems he had been born with it. Never did anything about it for many years and now it had become a problem. This gave me a reason to say – hmmmm, I might want to go have myself checked out. Up to that point, what I was seeing was so small, didn’t hurt, and I could push it back in kind of thing that I didn’t know it was a hernia.

Next step, see the doc.

You Have A Hernia

A few quick questions from the doc and then it’s: drop your pants. I drop ’em and he says push down. I do and he’s feeling around as I do it. Immediate answer – yes, you have a hernia.

The doc sends me to yet another doc to give a 2nd opinion. Sure enough, she says yes you have a hernia. They didn’t feel it was urgent. Made me feel better for sure. I pepper her with questions about the types of operations and recovery.

I get all the information together I can and decide I should get the operation scheduled. That happened a couple of weeks ago. The drag of it is we’re in the middle of finishing up a song single, I had couple of other production music things going on, but the date of November 7th ended up being my best option so that I’d be fully recovered by Christmas and New Years.

Going in the for the operation was a piece of cake. Went to sleep under the lights. Woke up next to nurses.

The photo you see above is from later in the day after the operation. My stomach, which hours before hand was a 6 pack of abs with nearly zero body fat, was swollen and I wasn’t happy if I moved. I spent 4 days in bed, getting up only to go to the bathroom.

Now two weeks later, I’m a bit more mobile and I’m able to sit in the studio a mix for little bits at time. In my time of laying around for 4 days in bed, I was watching a ton of movies and doing a ton of thinking of things to do.

I’m very much considering doing some things about the production of this new song that could make for interesting things down the line.

Stay tuned.

p.s. – thanks to everyone that has been wishing me a speedy recovery.