I had my back surgery yesterday. The hospital doesn't allow an Uber to drive you home. You need a real person to get you there and wait for you. Luckily, my closest friend came home early from a Sweet 16 party in his family and drove me. I was in there over 3 hours. First they had to scrape all the ich off my vertebra.
My Wonderful surgeon made 4 incisions in my back, played around in there for over an hour and glued me back up probably with coral glue.
I won't know if it worked for a couple of weeks or months but I have great faith in her.
She is a pain Mgt Dr. and every time my wife or I go to her, we come out dancing.
She is in her 40s and a Supermodel, although that is not why we went to. (but it helped)
I love this doctor as does my wife and would follow her to California if she moved there.
Last night I "slept" with the door opened and felt like someone drove an Oldsmobile on to my bed and parked the right front wheel on my back even though I took Oxycodone and Methocarbambol which put me into GaGa land but didn't do anything for the back pain.
But after 36 surgeries I know the drill and it will get much better by the day.
So I got up at 1:00 am for the pain and "other reasons"
