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| Sep 2nd, 2008 01:01 PM | ||
| Chojin | These last few posts remind me of that weekend web full of zit-popping enthusiasts :< | |
| Sep 1st, 2008 10:19 PM | ||
| Jeanette X |
Update: I finally changed the bandage on my bellybutton. When I took it off, there was a cup-shaped scab in it, almost like a flower. It was the biggest scab ever. Most of it flaked right off, but there were still some parts where it hadn't healed yet and needed to remain on, so I left it alone in those areas. When it was off, there was a little line running along the side of my bellybutton outwards to my stomach, so it wasn't a dead center cut like I'd thought. There was a little yellow goop and more scab bits inside it, which I removed with sterile tweezers, and the bandage I pulled off smelled funny, but I think that was from sweat and dead skin collecting in the indentation, rather than an infection. I poured hydrogen peroxide into it and lay on my back until it stopped bubbling, and then I wiped it out with rubbing alcohol, which stung like a motherfucker. Then I rubbed some Neosporin on it, and I put some gauze on, and covered it with the waterproof plastic film. I was worried it wouldn't hold because it was puckering, so I added a larger one on top of it. It still stings but is otherwise okay. It took me nearly an hour and half to do everything. Offically, it was the coolest scab ever. It felt incredible to peel it off. Hell, it was almost worth all that nausea over this past year. Now my bathroom sink has a lot of swabs with blood spots on them from where it bled and I cleaned it. Holy shit was that fun.  I got a picture of the scab too, but sadly it was blurry as I used my cell phone. Ah well.
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| Aug 30th, 2008 08:02 PM | ||
| Jeanette X |
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 Holy shit, you're right! It all makes perfect sense now! They must've been putting something into my water to make me sick, and then they implanted experimental technology when I fell for their ruse! No wonder they wouldn't give me my gall bladder to keep in jar, THEY NEVER TOOK IT OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE! And that rash that I thought was an allergic reaction to the Percosets must be the first sign of implantation! I have to go to the media! Wake up, sheeple! :Geggy |
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| Aug 30th, 2008 07:53 PM | ||
| Tadao | Did you check yourself for a tracking chip yet? | |
| Aug 30th, 2008 07:42 PM | ||
| Jeanette X |
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| Aug 30th, 2008 02:52 PM | ||
| Protoclown | Glad to hear it all went okay, Jeanette. | |
| Aug 29th, 2008 04:48 PM | ||
| Fathom Zero |
I went out like a light and didn't say anything interesting, I was told. This was for my ankle, by the way. When they finished operating on me, I woke up with a tube sucking the life out of me. I was trying to breathe, but I couldn't. I told the nurse "Get this goddamn thing off of me, I can't breathe." She said I had to leave it on, that I might choke. Hahaha. "Get it the fuck off of me. " She did. And I didn't choke. Then they took me back into a waiting room where I drank apple juice and watched The Manhattan Project. All in all, a good experience. But my throat hurt, too. Could've been 'cause I like the man-meat, but whatev. |
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| Aug 29th, 2008 01:33 PM | ||
| McClain | Your butt hurts because when you were under anesthetic they sanded your anus with rusty fish hooks and spaghetti art. | |
| Aug 29th, 2008 12:07 AM | ||
| Jeanette X |
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| Aug 28th, 2008 11:15 PM | ||
| glowbelly |
your throat hurts because of the tube they had down your throat during your operation just so you know |
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| Aug 26th, 2008 12:41 PM | ||
| Jeanette X |
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| Aug 26th, 2008 12:32 PM | ||
| McClain | How does this operation change your diet? | |
| Aug 26th, 2008 09:44 AM | ||
| AChimp |
They go in through your belly button since there's already a whole there. 
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| Aug 26th, 2008 07:17 AM | ||
| Jeanette X |
Thank you for your support. =) I woke up this morning and I could barely get out of bed because my bellybutton keyhole hurt. I kind of have to sit bolt upright and not slouch because if I put pressure on it then it hurts like a motherfucker. Thank you sweet Lord for my lovely, blessed little Percosets, one of which I have just taken. I had a nightmare last night, which I think was caused by either the lingering anesthesia or the Percoset I took. I dreamed my Dad was bugging me to do something for him and I was yelling at him that dammit, I was recovering from surgery and didn't need this horseshit right now AND WHY WOULDN'T HE LEAVE ME ALONE DAMMIT and then I woke up to my Dad knocking at the door and going Jesus Christ Jeanette are you okay what's wrong why are you screaming at the top of your lungs?! Oh, the irony. I wonder if this is why my throat is more sore now than it was before. My lower lip is still slightly numb too. I also had a lot if dried green snot in my nose this morning. I hope it was just a coincidence, since the last thing I need is a summer cold on top of everything else. Well, back to bed. Need to lie back down and rest. |
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| Aug 25th, 2008 09:15 PM | ||
| Tadao | tldr | |
| Aug 25th, 2008 07:53 PM | ||
| JJ_Maniac | I'm happy it went well. | |
| Aug 25th, 2008 07:48 PM | ||
| liquidstatik | GOOD | |
| Aug 25th, 2008 07:45 PM | ||
| Jeanette X |
Update: Well I'm back boys and girls, and it wasn't so bad. I arrived at the hospital with my Mom early in the morning and I am taken to one day surgery, and was put in a little room divided up into more little rooms, each partitioned by a curtain. Behind the curtain, there was a chair, a TV, and a closet. I was told to disrobe totally, including my underwear, and put on a hospital gown and robe, which I did, grateful for the fact that I shaved my legs. They also gave me special socks. The nurses set an IV up, and praised me for having such large, accessable veins. The surgeon came up, and I asked him about the possibility of keeping my gall bladder in a jar. He said it would be possible, but that I'd have to pick it up later. Yay! I then asked if they were going to tape the laproscopy and he said no, but he would see about getting some pictures for me. He then had me pull up my robe so he could mark where they needed to cut me, and I did, grateful that I had trimmed my wild bush down to a reasonably neat hedge. Yes, I know he's a doctor and doesn't care, but if someone's going to see it it should look presentable. I then spoke the anesthesiologist, who I mentioned getting the gall bladder to keep to, and he said that wouldn't be possible as it was biohazardus material and he wasn't sure why the surgeon would say it was possible to keep it. Damn.  I asked him anxiously if there was any possibility of me babbling under the anesthesia, as that was really my worst fear, and he assured me that it doesn't happen anymore, and even if it did, I would be entubulated during the procedure anyway. That was relieving, as I don't want everyone in the O.R. to hear my issues. They also mentioned the possibility of *wince* cathaterizing me during the operation if my bladder was full, at which point I told them that I was going to pee right we went in. I'd rather not have that done, thank you very much. The checked my vitals, asked me a lot of questions, like if it was possible I was pregnant (no, not remotely possible, but they said they'd test my blood to be sure), if I had this, had that, had this, had that, if I drank, if I smoked, if I had piercings in a place they couldn't see (yes, that's how they phrased it), etc, etc.So as they went away to get things ready, I slept in the chair, and I started to dream, as it was still very early in the morning. I dreamed that the nurse came in and had catheter equipment, and was going to use it on me, and then I woke up. There was the nurse, telling me it was time and giving me a blue surgical bonnet to cover my hair with. I excused myself, entered the bathroom, and as I peed and tucked my hair away, a variant of Irving Berlin's song "In my Easter Bonnet" came to mind: In my surgical bonnet/with all the frills upon it/I'll be the grandest lady/in the O.R. parade! I hummed this to myself as I attended to errant hairs and tried to reassure myself of the safety of this procedure. Then they put me on a gurney, and lead me to the operating room. They had me sit on what looked like another gurney, and they anesthesiolgist started a drip. "What's that?" I asked. "Joy juice." he replied with a bemused smile. A documentary about people whose anesthesia didn't work and who had felt everything during surgery flashed through my mind. I attempted to reassure myself that was about one case in half a million. As I lay there, wondering when it was going to take effect, I overheard someone say, "She doesn't have a phone." I thought they were talking about me, and I said, "No, I left it in the room." All I got was more bemused smiles. Later someone said the phrase again, and I repeated, "No, I left in the room." Bemused smiles, and then....OBLIVION. ================================================== ============================ I slowly drifted back the conciousness in a recovery room. There I lay on the bed, covered up with warm blankets. I remember that I had been dreaming before I woke up, but I don't know what I was dreaming about. The room was fuzzy. I could make out a clock, but it was too blurry to tell the time. My lower lip was and still is slightly numb, and my throat was (and still is) a little sore from the entubulation, and I coughed a little. *cough* Ow. *cough* Ow. My side hurt. I burped several times. The doctor told me to brace my abdomen when I felt like coughing and to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth to avoid swallowing air, which I did. Then I was taken back to to the room where I had begun my journey, and I was told to sit down and relax. It my right side hurt to get off the gourney and into the chair. I was given saltines, pretzels, and apple juice, which I consumed as I was suprisingly hungry. The nurse gave me an anti-nauseant afterwards, as it started to disagree with me. The anesthesia slowly started to wear off and the world came back into focus. I continued to burp as I did, and I overheard a woman reading a rather interesting sounding article to a man about organic argiculture. I apologized to them for burping so much when they left. I examined my belly. There was, and currently still is, a piece of gauze stuffed into my belly button with tape over it, and three gauze dressings on my right side.They told me not to take them off, but that it was okay to bathe as long as it was a shower and not a tub soak. They are not to be removed until my follow-up appointment one week from today, and they reassured me that its normal if some blood leaks into the gauze, which was good to know, because my bellybutton gauze is rather bloody. I got dressed, which I managed to by trying to avoid bending as much as possible, because that hurt. They brought me out in a wheelchair, I got into the car unassisted, though not without wincing, and went home, where I ate soup, crackers, and jello, as I was still hungry. I took a nap, vomit basin nearby just in case, and I'm feeling a lot better now. I burped all the way home as well, and I had been reassured that was normal as the carbon dioxide absorbs into my stomach or something. My back is a little stiff and they told me I could have some shoulder pain due to the carbon dioxide migrating up there, but nothing yet. I have some nice Percosets in case I need them.So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. I have reached the climax of my epic adventures. |
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| Aug 24th, 2008 03:21 PM | ||
| Fathom Zero |
Well, they can mess the keyholes up, which can complicate things a bit. Not that I wish that on you or anything or want to make you frightened. I don't know what I'm saying anymore. Regardless, I hope the procedure rids you of your ailments. |
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| Aug 24th, 2008 01:59 PM | ||
| JJ_Maniac | That's always good news. Hope you have a good operation. | |
| Aug 24th, 2008 01:48 PM | ||
| Jeanette X |
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| Aug 24th, 2008 01:41 PM | ||
| darkvare | why do so many medical procedures have weird names well i guess calling it going trhough your ass with a camera is not very comforting | |
| Aug 24th, 2008 12:34 PM | ||
| Jeanette X |
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| Aug 24th, 2008 12:26 PM | ||
| AChimp | My dad had that operation a few years ago. He was told not to do any strenous activity for a few weeks afterwards, but I don't think he had much pain. The whole idea behind just making tiny incisions is so that you don't have a massive amount of stitches and torn muscles (which is what causes the pain). | |
| Aug 24th, 2008 12:23 PM | ||
| Fathom Zero | I wish you a speedy-ass recovery. I have a feeling that's going to hurt immensely. | |
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