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2002-10-10
12:59 p.m.
Gross.
Port removal was funky. It was done under a local anesthetic, which means no pain just a bunch of nasty tugging. Dr K was chatty and we talked about Lance Armstrong while he cauterized my veins. And yes, it did smell like burning flesh and blood. I could barely lie still. It didn�t help that the heat from the cauterizer thingy was making my shoulder muscle twitch uncontrollably. I am not sure if that was normal. I am kind of twitchy anyway. Just when I thought I would make myself sick by thinking about what was really going on (I was being cut open�yuck) it was over. I only half-assed asked to keep the port � I should have been more insistent. I have no idea what I would have done with it but after my opportunity to ask the doctor was over the nurse told me that people sometimes make jewelry out of it. I had a twinge of regret even though I would never wear a medaport medallion. She did let me snap a few pics:
When I saw how long the tube was and just how big, blue, and metal the whole contraption appeared to be I knew why I had so many problems. That thing could obstruct blood flow in an elephant. S was such a dove to get up so damned early to go with me to my radiation and surgery appointment. I�m sure she is going to be happy when we don�t party at hospitals anymore. We used to be so wild and crazy.
Those are all the details I can muster � I�m tired for a change. Must nap. huh? - 2004-01-15 resolutions - 2004-01-09 video reason - 2003-12-30 sik - 2003-12-06 voiceless - 2003-11-19
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