Filler: Surgeries
Because I'm lazy at times and less lazy at others, I'm going to just cut and paste some some stuff I posted on DC's blog:
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Ah... medical personnel in small rooms. Reminds me of my biopsy.
My mother had freaked out when I got bit by a tick, and had UCLA do a biopsy on my leg. They asked if it were okay to have medical students observe, and since I'm very pro-educational, I said yes.
So I find myself lying on this bed, in a small room with about five(mayybe more) medical student peering over the shoulder of this shrunken old doctor as the old guy takes a chunk of flesh out of my leg(somewhere between my leg and my butt, actually),
About halfway though, the numbing stuff starts to fade, and my leg/butt starts to hurt. Really hurt. I mean, the guy is slowly taking a cubic inch for flesh out - how could it not hurt.
With all those students watching, I wasn't willing to let anyone know that it hurt like a bitch. No-siree, stiff upper lip all the way. I wasn't as conditioned then as I am now, so I'm pretty sure that the veins on my forehead were bulging or something, and my face probably had a look of constipation. Thankfully all the students were paying full attention to the guy taking a chunk out of my leg.
Gotta love learning institutions.
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Wisdom teeth, huh? I remember those. I'm guessing the chest x-ray and all is for the anesthesia. Asside from just KOing people, it can also KO hearts... which is frowned upon in most civilised countries.
I remember when I had all four of my wisdom teeth taken out (unneccesarily, I later found). Nasty operation.
You see, just before, one of my classmates had, in all honesty, told me that I wouldn't be able to eat solids for a month, and than liquid would have to be tube fed, and it would hurt forever, and so on and so forth. Needless to say, I wasn't thrilled. I didn't know at the time that my surgery was a bit more advanced than his(which was a few years ago, and in Vietnam to boot).
Anyway, they injected the stuff into my blood(I had gone against the gas because I think it tastes awful, and I have no fear of needles), and I(breathing in deeply struggled to stay awake for about ten seconds. Then I woke up again, about half-way through the procedure...
Turns out, I was spasming, so they stopped the general anesthesia. In the middle of the doctor cutting my teeth out of my jaw bone(they hadn't even surfaced through it yet).
Now, if you haven't realised it, there something to be said about waking up in the middle of having you wisdom teeth taken out. Like the fact that there's blood everywhere. In fact, with my ability to avoid accidents, that's probably the most of my blood I have ever seen outside my body. There was the bloody glove straight ahead in my vision, holding this thingie that buzzes.
The other thing to be said is that I was rather woozy from the general anesthesia. They asked me why I was spasming, and I figured I was cold. They got be a blanket. It didn't quite occur to me that my legs naturally tend to spasm if I don't move them for some time. So in hindsight, it's no surprise that the only thing the blanket did was keep me warm and comfortable.
As comfortable as I could be with a bloodied glove hovering in my vision.
They asked me to hold myself still for the rest of the procedure, something I found rather funny, and partly disobeyed(bad me, I know). I got to watch the hand drill around for my last two teeth.
Oh, and did I mention that it tickles? My whole mouth was numb, but the vibrations it was giving off made me want to laugh. Probably not the brightest idea, but I wasn't in much of a 'bright idea' mood. Go figure. Fortunately, I was quite well restrained.
It eventually finished, just about hte time I was getting sensible enough not to laugh at the bloody hand and it's weird tickling sensation.
I got some instructions, and the recovery wasn't bad. I would have prefered not to have that wholely unneccesery procedure, but that's hindsight for you.
I think that I don't mix well with general anesthesia. Or uneccesary procedures, like my wisdom teeth and my biopsy.
-- Oh, and I'm annoyed that nobody commented on my previous entry. I wonder what the optimum length is? The longest I can write without causing people to not read. *scowls*
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Ah... medical personnel in small rooms. Reminds me of my biopsy.
My mother had freaked out when I got bit by a tick, and had UCLA do a biopsy on my leg. They asked if it were okay to have medical students observe, and since I'm very pro-educational, I said yes.
So I find myself lying on this bed, in a small room with about five(mayybe more) medical student peering over the shoulder of this shrunken old doctor as the old guy takes a chunk of flesh out of my leg(somewhere between my leg and my butt, actually),
About halfway though, the numbing stuff starts to fade, and my leg/butt starts to hurt. Really hurt. I mean, the guy is slowly taking a cubic inch for flesh out - how could it not hurt.
With all those students watching, I wasn't willing to let anyone know that it hurt like a bitch. No-siree, stiff upper lip all the way. I wasn't as conditioned then as I am now, so I'm pretty sure that the veins on my forehead were bulging or something, and my face probably had a look of constipation. Thankfully all the students were paying full attention to the guy taking a chunk out of my leg.
Gotta love learning institutions.
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Wisdom teeth, huh? I remember those. I'm guessing the chest x-ray and all is for the anesthesia. Asside from just KOing people, it can also KO hearts... which is frowned upon in most civilised countries.
I remember when I had all four of my wisdom teeth taken out (unneccesarily, I later found). Nasty operation.
You see, just before, one of my classmates had, in all honesty, told me that I wouldn't be able to eat solids for a month, and than liquid would have to be tube fed, and it would hurt forever, and so on and so forth. Needless to say, I wasn't thrilled. I didn't know at the time that my surgery was a bit more advanced than his(which was a few years ago, and in Vietnam to boot).
Anyway, they injected the stuff into my blood(I had gone against the gas because I think it tastes awful, and I have no fear of needles), and I(breathing in deeply struggled to stay awake for about ten seconds. Then I woke up again, about half-way through the procedure...
Turns out, I was spasming, so they stopped the general anesthesia. In the middle of the doctor cutting my teeth out of my jaw bone(they hadn't even surfaced through it yet).
Now, if you haven't realised it, there something to be said about waking up in the middle of having you wisdom teeth taken out. Like the fact that there's blood everywhere. In fact, with my ability to avoid accidents, that's probably the most of my blood I have ever seen outside my body. There was the bloody glove straight ahead in my vision, holding this thingie that buzzes.
The other thing to be said is that I was rather woozy from the general anesthesia. They asked me why I was spasming, and I figured I was cold. They got be a blanket. It didn't quite occur to me that my legs naturally tend to spasm if I don't move them for some time. So in hindsight, it's no surprise that the only thing the blanket did was keep me warm and comfortable.
As comfortable as I could be with a bloodied glove hovering in my vision.
They asked me to hold myself still for the rest of the procedure, something I found rather funny, and partly disobeyed(bad me, I know). I got to watch the hand drill around for my last two teeth.
Oh, and did I mention that it tickles? My whole mouth was numb, but the vibrations it was giving off made me want to laugh. Probably not the brightest idea, but I wasn't in much of a 'bright idea' mood. Go figure. Fortunately, I was quite well restrained.
It eventually finished, just about hte time I was getting sensible enough not to laugh at the bloody hand and it's weird tickling sensation.
I got some instructions, and the recovery wasn't bad. I would have prefered not to have that wholely unneccesery procedure, but that's hindsight for you.
I think that I don't mix well with general anesthesia. Or uneccesary procedures, like my wisdom teeth and my biopsy.
-- Oh, and I'm annoyed that nobody commented on my previous entry. I wonder what the optimum length is? The longest I can write without causing people to not read. *scowls*