Days of March (part 1)
Three of them.
Well, it actually started on monday aready. I left school early and talked back to a teacher (again), telling her, I've done so much extra work, she can't write me an absence. And then I told her I wouldn't be coming to school on tuesday. Then I took off... Had a fun day with friends.
Can you tell, I don't like the woman?
Anyway, the rest of the evening I was like a cat on a hot roof, because on tuesday I had an appointment with the doctor. Again about the ankle. I wish they'd just leave it and I could chew it off. -.-
Anyway, the x-ray they took was still the same, but I finally got around of taking a bit that had come out of the still-open wound with me; it's dead bone, apparently... Yay to that. -.- So they took a swap-sample of it and probed it. Not nice! let me tell you. He stuck a metal stick into my ankle! Not that it hurt, it just felt damn weird... There's a hollow tube for the "bone" to come out, as it is a foreign object my body is rejecting. Sounds very nice, doesn't it? *blah*
So, I'm still under supervision and they want to scan the ankle too, to see what kind of a tube it is. They also took samples out of my nose and throat (apparently I've no gag-reflex) in case I've an infection of some kind.
The doctor told me, I should be okay, if the tube doesn't start to expand. Well, that sounds comforting... NOT!
It's really okay, as long as they don't put me back into the operation line. My mind won't take it... I'm under enough stress as it is.
So, that was tuesday, I'll continue in part 2.
Well, it actually started on monday aready. I left school early and talked back to a teacher (again), telling her, I've done so much extra work, she can't write me an absence. And then I told her I wouldn't be coming to school on tuesday. Then I took off... Had a fun day with friends.
Can you tell, I don't like the woman?
Anyway, the rest of the evening I was like a cat on a hot roof, because on tuesday I had an appointment with the doctor. Again about the ankle. I wish they'd just leave it and I could chew it off. -.-
Anyway, the x-ray they took was still the same, but I finally got around of taking a bit that had come out of the still-open wound with me; it's dead bone, apparently... Yay to that. -.- So they took a swap-sample of it and probed it. Not nice! let me tell you. He stuck a metal stick into my ankle! Not that it hurt, it just felt damn weird... There's a hollow tube for the "bone" to come out, as it is a foreign object my body is rejecting. Sounds very nice, doesn't it? *blah*
So, I'm still under supervision and they want to scan the ankle too, to see what kind of a tube it is. They also took samples out of my nose and throat (apparently I've no gag-reflex) in case I've an infection of some kind.
The doctor told me, I should be okay, if the tube doesn't start to expand. Well, that sounds comforting... NOT!
It's really okay, as long as they don't put me back into the operation line. My mind won't take it... I'm under enough stress as it is.
So, that was tuesday, I'll continue in part 2.