Heh. I still find this absolutely giggle-worthy and, yet, still trust my surgeon completely. This really did happen though I had to improvise the dialogue (being lights-out makes it tough to remember what was said, no?). Apparently my gall bladder […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
No swaddling or gentle wake-up this go round! Oh, no, my arms were strapped to boards to keep them out of the way and the pain, oh the pain, that assailed me like a visible force before I even dared […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I am a very lucky girl. Wobbly is my word for getting overly emotional at any given time–it’s humorous and usually makes whatever situation, real or imagined by my psyche, less tense. Laugh or cry, right? Sometimes both. Thankfully I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It’s the water bottles that, apparently, give us away.
Sorry for the info-dump, gang, but I’m trying to move this section along but not leave anything important, out! I figured, I can blog that bit but then it’s 1 step removed from the story and it shouldn’t have to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
In case it’s not 100% clear–the scans don’t last 4 and 24 hours, it’s the time lapsed from the injection. Pretty much the scans range from 45 minutes to an hour, with a couple different scans per session. If something […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ick, needles, I know… but it took all sorts of restraint not to ask if I was going to glow in the dark 🙂
If I didn’t already mention, most of the doctor-dump craziness and resulting scramble happened at the same time my car decided to lose it’s mind (pretty much literally: the electrical system kept wonking out–find out all about my car woes […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
If I’m not mistaken, the insert was to keep me from biting down on the tube they were about to feed down my throat. It’s only an educated guess, though, as they didn’t tell me about that part before-hand. I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Oh, those little white lies. I mean, what do you say to someone you’ve known for years but only on a passing basis? I didn’t need him to know why I was there nor want to think about why he […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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