Well, the situation's this, it's not tough to comprehend.
There are times in life when people just stop in the middle of everything, raise their arms in despair and cry out, "WHY ME?"
This is one of those times.
Brace yourselves, this is a medical rant.
Another medical rant.
After bleeding and swelling and shit for over a week, I called and set up an appointment with the surgeon. As of last night, the situation got worse, so this morning I begged the receptionist to shove me in today.
I went.
There's something unsettling about a doctor examining you and frowning. Ah, well. Diagnostics.
I apparently (according to the one doctor I trust) need more surgery.
More fucking surgery.
And again, there's no guaranteeing I'll be good to go after that.
They'll be doing the same procedure they did back in May, only this time it'll be left open to drain, and packed with bandages, DLC-style.
God in heaven, if you're there... HELP ME.
You know what? Fine. I'll do it. I'll have the damn operation. Whatever. Just put me in a FUCKING HOSPITAL. I'm not going to be awake for the same stupid operation with the same sonofabitch of a doctor. I don't care. Leave me completely alone there, I'll stay a week if I have to. Let me be bored and by myself, just DON'T LET HIM HURT ME AGAIN. And while you're at it, have a nurse on call to make sure I'm healing properly, and if I'm not - FIX IT. Fix it then. Don't wait six months.
I was scared last time, but everyone told me I'd be fine. It won't hurt, it'll be anesthetized. I won't feel a thing. I was concerned, but I trusted them all. I trusted them all up until that point where he said he'd given me as much as he could and that he was cutting, he can't wait.
I'm not going through that again. And again. And again.
I don't want the pain.
I want my leg back.
This is one of those times.
Brace yourselves, this is a medical rant.
Another medical rant.
After bleeding and swelling and shit for over a week, I called and set up an appointment with the surgeon. As of last night, the situation got worse, so this morning I begged the receptionist to shove me in today.
I went.
There's something unsettling about a doctor examining you and frowning. Ah, well. Diagnostics.
I apparently (according to the one doctor I trust) need more surgery.
More fucking surgery.
And again, there's no guaranteeing I'll be good to go after that.
They'll be doing the same procedure they did back in May, only this time it'll be left open to drain, and packed with bandages, DLC-style.
God in heaven, if you're there... HELP ME.
You know what? Fine. I'll do it. I'll have the damn operation. Whatever. Just put me in a FUCKING HOSPITAL. I'm not going to be awake for the same stupid operation with the same sonofabitch of a doctor. I don't care. Leave me completely alone there, I'll stay a week if I have to. Let me be bored and by myself, just DON'T LET HIM HURT ME AGAIN. And while you're at it, have a nurse on call to make sure I'm healing properly, and if I'm not - FIX IT. Fix it then. Don't wait six months.
I was scared last time, but everyone told me I'd be fine. It won't hurt, it'll be anesthetized. I won't feel a thing. I was concerned, but I trusted them all. I trusted them all up until that point where he said he'd given me as much as he could and that he was cutting, he can't wait.
I'm not going through that again. And again. And again.
I don't want the pain.
I want my leg back.