The entry youve all been waiting for!!!!
ok so, not really. just couldnt think of a good subject header thing. figured it was about time i wrote something though. sadly though ... not much to write about in the way of exciting things. i could write about boring things probably. ok .. ill do that.
ok not sure if i wrote about it when it happened or not but.. about a year ago... i had surgery on my lower left leg to have a fatty tumor deposit thing (lipoma) removed. it had been bothering me for some time. especially when i walked long distances. turns out it was pressing on some nerves inside my leg causing a cramp like feeling when i walked. so my doctor sent me to a surgeon. the surgeon looked at it and said it needed to be removed and that he could either do it in his office under local anesthetic or in the hospital under general anesthesia. i chose hospital because.. well i get queasy when they take blood, so i dont think i could manage knowing he was cutting into my leg while i was awake. so he scheduled the surgery for the following week. i was to be there at 6 am.
so i get there at 6 and im supposed to be pre registered but apparently they lost the order for it. so i have to go through all that again. and i sit in the waiting room from 6 till around 10 or 11am. and FINALLY they took me up to ready me for surgery. the room wasnt too bad it was private with a tv and Ron was allowed to be there with me. it even had a pull out toilet from under a cabinet. (hey it was the first of its kind id ever seen... i was fascinated)
they come into the room and ask me a bazillion questions. start an IV. (to which i became light headed and my blood pressure dropped and my heart rate went down into the 40's.... yeah i know im a wimp) and then the anesthesia dude comes in and asks me the same bazillion questions.. what are you allergic to.. what medicines are you on.. how tall .. weight.. blah blah blah... and about 10 minutes later.. another anesthesiologist comes in and asks the same ones again. i was like.. wow .. yall are thorough. around 12 they moved me to another pre-op room and gave me something that was supposed to make me relax. uh.. yeah right.. i think it worked opposite for me.. i became extremely nervous and was contemplating ways that i could get out of the surgery.. in my mind i was going "ok they would prolly kill me if i were to say nevermind about all this" but i ended up going through with it.
finally i was wheeled into the OR and was surprised by the two anesthesiologists there.. apparently they both were free at that time and they each thought they were the only one on the case.. so i kinda felt safe knowing i had two of them there. they put the mask on that smells like rubber and feet and tell you to breathe.. and they administered the white lovely stuff that makes ya sleep.. but it burns going in man.
next thing i remember.. im waking up and i cant breathe.. i am trying to tell them that i cant get any air in.. im thrashing and im pretty sure i hit people.. and im totally not getting any air in my lungs.. i was panicking big time.. and in my mind i though.. oh god.. this is it .. im totally dying.. this sucks.. and thats the last thing i remember till i woke up in that little room where Ron was waiting. i was shocked that i woke up. but oh so glad.
after i woke up abit.. they wanted me to get up and try to put pressure on the leg. so i did.. and it didnt really hurt.. i guess because of the local they had put in too..my leg from the incision down was completely numb.
so we left the hospital after i was discharged and Ron just had to take me to Walmart to get my prescriptions.. and he wheels me around to the electronics department where he works and all his coworkers are there and im sitting in a wheelchair in my winnie the pooh pajama top and gym shorts with bed head and still half baked. after walmart we went home and i slept the rest of the day.
Ron pretty much waited on me because it was hard to walk on a numb leg even though it wasnt that painful. and after a week i had to go get my staples removed. the surgeon took them out and applied 3 little paper strips across the incision and asked me how the pain was.. i said.. i couldnt feel anything.. he looked at me kinda strangely and asked .. "how come" i said "i dont know you tell me your the one who did the surgery" he said "well we didnt cut any nerves" and with that he proceeded to run his thumbnail fairly hard up my foot several times.. i felt nothing. i could have stuck a needle in there and not felt it. he said "well it will come back with time" so i figured it would.
a couple days after the staples were removed i noticed a drainage from the wound. i called the surgeon and he said it was just healing.. that it wasnt anything to worry about. so i trusted him and as the week went by.. the incision started to open and draining more. the paper strips he put on there had fallen off and it had begun to swell and open up. so i went to my family doctor and she swabbed the open wound and apparently i had a staph infection. so she gave me antibiotics. it took about 2 more weeks to get rid of the infection and about 2 more for the wound to finally close. so what was supposed to be a simple surgery with a less than an inch scar.. turned into a really bad experience and a huge hole of a scar. and guess what.. i still cant feel anything much from my 3 last toes, up the top of my foot, all the way up to the incision. the funny thing is.. when i touch around the area.. i feel it in other parts of my leg and foot. like if i touch my last toe.. i feel it somewhere around my ankle. its really weird. and i cant wear anything over the top of my foot because for some reason it REALLY hurts. yet i cant feel it really when i touch it with my fingers. crazy.
ok now that i grossed you all out and bored you to tears. ill tell you about one other thing.. then ill shut up
i went blonde. or well tried to go blonde.. i go to the salon.. show her a picture of the cut and colour i want... she says ok.. puts some stuff on my head that smells like pure ammonia and burns slightly.. leaves it on for 45 minutes.. washes it out.. it barely brough any colour out. so she mixes up something that is supposed to bring me super platinum blonde.. and puts it on my already slightly burning head. all i can say is .. OW. the stuff actually BLISTERED my head. and didnt even bring me all that blonde.. instead im like.. strawberry blondish. brassy as can be. i hate it but what can i do. i woke up with my hair matted together in the back because of the blisters. ill not be doing that again. not anytime soon. so im gonna be one of those women with blonde hair and black roots. yay.
ok .. that is all
PS we dont have air conditioning again.
i love my life
ok not sure if i wrote about it when it happened or not but.. about a year ago... i had surgery on my lower left leg to have a fatty tumor deposit thing (lipoma) removed. it had been bothering me for some time. especially when i walked long distances. turns out it was pressing on some nerves inside my leg causing a cramp like feeling when i walked. so my doctor sent me to a surgeon. the surgeon looked at it and said it needed to be removed and that he could either do it in his office under local anesthetic or in the hospital under general anesthesia. i chose hospital because.. well i get queasy when they take blood, so i dont think i could manage knowing he was cutting into my leg while i was awake. so he scheduled the surgery for the following week. i was to be there at 6 am.
so i get there at 6 and im supposed to be pre registered but apparently they lost the order for it. so i have to go through all that again. and i sit in the waiting room from 6 till around 10 or 11am. and FINALLY they took me up to ready me for surgery. the room wasnt too bad it was private with a tv and Ron was allowed to be there with me. it even had a pull out toilet from under a cabinet. (hey it was the first of its kind id ever seen... i was fascinated)
they come into the room and ask me a bazillion questions. start an IV. (to which i became light headed and my blood pressure dropped and my heart rate went down into the 40's.... yeah i know im a wimp) and then the anesthesia dude comes in and asks me the same bazillion questions.. what are you allergic to.. what medicines are you on.. how tall .. weight.. blah blah blah... and about 10 minutes later.. another anesthesiologist comes in and asks the same ones again. i was like.. wow .. yall are thorough. around 12 they moved me to another pre-op room and gave me something that was supposed to make me relax. uh.. yeah right.. i think it worked opposite for me.. i became extremely nervous and was contemplating ways that i could get out of the surgery.. in my mind i was going "ok they would prolly kill me if i were to say nevermind about all this" but i ended up going through with it.
finally i was wheeled into the OR and was surprised by the two anesthesiologists there.. apparently they both were free at that time and they each thought they were the only one on the case.. so i kinda felt safe knowing i had two of them there. they put the mask on that smells like rubber and feet and tell you to breathe.. and they administered the white lovely stuff that makes ya sleep.. but it burns going in man.
next thing i remember.. im waking up and i cant breathe.. i am trying to tell them that i cant get any air in.. im thrashing and im pretty sure i hit people.. and im totally not getting any air in my lungs.. i was panicking big time.. and in my mind i though.. oh god.. this is it .. im totally dying.. this sucks.. and thats the last thing i remember till i woke up in that little room where Ron was waiting. i was shocked that i woke up. but oh so glad.
after i woke up abit.. they wanted me to get up and try to put pressure on the leg. so i did.. and it didnt really hurt.. i guess because of the local they had put in too..my leg from the incision down was completely numb.
so we left the hospital after i was discharged and Ron just had to take me to Walmart to get my prescriptions.. and he wheels me around to the electronics department where he works and all his coworkers are there and im sitting in a wheelchair in my winnie the pooh pajama top and gym shorts with bed head and still half baked. after walmart we went home and i slept the rest of the day.
Ron pretty much waited on me because it was hard to walk on a numb leg even though it wasnt that painful. and after a week i had to go get my staples removed. the surgeon took them out and applied 3 little paper strips across the incision and asked me how the pain was.. i said.. i couldnt feel anything.. he looked at me kinda strangely and asked .. "how come" i said "i dont know you tell me your the one who did the surgery" he said "well we didnt cut any nerves" and with that he proceeded to run his thumbnail fairly hard up my foot several times.. i felt nothing. i could have stuck a needle in there and not felt it. he said "well it will come back with time" so i figured it would.
a couple days after the staples were removed i noticed a drainage from the wound. i called the surgeon and he said it was just healing.. that it wasnt anything to worry about. so i trusted him and as the week went by.. the incision started to open and draining more. the paper strips he put on there had fallen off and it had begun to swell and open up. so i went to my family doctor and she swabbed the open wound and apparently i had a staph infection. so she gave me antibiotics. it took about 2 more weeks to get rid of the infection and about 2 more for the wound to finally close. so what was supposed to be a simple surgery with a less than an inch scar.. turned into a really bad experience and a huge hole of a scar. and guess what.. i still cant feel anything much from my 3 last toes, up the top of my foot, all the way up to the incision. the funny thing is.. when i touch around the area.. i feel it in other parts of my leg and foot. like if i touch my last toe.. i feel it somewhere around my ankle. its really weird. and i cant wear anything over the top of my foot because for some reason it REALLY hurts. yet i cant feel it really when i touch it with my fingers. crazy.
ok now that i grossed you all out and bored you to tears. ill tell you about one other thing.. then ill shut up
i went blonde. or well tried to go blonde.. i go to the salon.. show her a picture of the cut and colour i want... she says ok.. puts some stuff on my head that smells like pure ammonia and burns slightly.. leaves it on for 45 minutes.. washes it out.. it barely brough any colour out. so she mixes up something that is supposed to bring me super platinum blonde.. and puts it on my already slightly burning head. all i can say is .. OW. the stuff actually BLISTERED my head. and didnt even bring me all that blonde.. instead im like.. strawberry blondish. brassy as can be. i hate it but what can i do. i woke up with my hair matted together in the back because of the blisters. ill not be doing that again. not anytime soon. so im gonna be one of those women with blonde hair and black roots. yay.
ok .. that is all
PS we dont have air conditioning again.
i love my life