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I'm wearing jeans today, wheeee! I guess yesterday was just an aberration.

Anyway, I'm meeting a client at 11 and I told her I had "several" logo ideas for her to see. As of this writing I only actually have one, so I'd better put the hammer down, as the truckers say.

Not dying

Aug. 18th, 2005 05:30 pm
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So I heard back from the doctor a while ago, and she said it sounds like what I've got is normal scar buildup. She said during the first couple of weeks the body can go nuts producing scar tissue, and then it will start being reabsorbed after that. She said the big lump right under the skin I described sounds exactly like it. I'm due to see her on Tuesday anyway, but it's good to know I'm not dying and whatnot. But it kind of sucks that even my stretchy yoga pants are hurting me today.
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I'm not sure, but I think I'm starting to feel worse again. Three of my four incisions (belly button, left side, right side) have healed and are barely noticeable, but the fourth one (way down there) never stopped hurting, and is now hurting more. There seems to be a lump of some kind under there, but I don't think it's an infection or anything because otherwise I feel fine, temperature normal etc. Anyway, I placed a call to the health centre today and hope to hear back from my surgeon or one of her minions soon.

In the meantime, how about a rousing addition to the what's in my bag meme? )

Vertical

Aug. 15th, 2005 09:10 am
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I'm very nearly healed, I think. I made great strides over the weekend. By Saturday night I was able to sleep on my side, and last night I was even able to sleep on my stomach, though I had to keep my left knee drawn up to keep my tenderest point off the mattress. My four holes are nearly closed, and I'm pleased to report that I can also walk vertically again. The only things that still give me problems are laughing (ow), sneezing (OW) and picking things up off the floor. Not laughing is the hardest because things are just so funny around here. After my re-check with Dr. L next Tuesday, I'll be officially healed and free to resume all normal activities.

On Saturday we went out to check on our Mt. Pleasant Cemetery cache, which a newbie cacher had not been able to find after an hour of searching. I stayed on the path while Marshie descended into the ravine, and found it right where it's supposed to be. That's a relief.

I had a strange dream last night that my parents, sister and I were staying at a tropical resort, and each night the hotel staff would hold outdoor stir-frys featuring freshly-caught snakes and turtles from the nearby marshes thrown squirming into the giant bubbling pans. I vowed to starve before I would take part in such a repulsive meal, though the rest of my family eagerly tucked in. Very happy to wake up after that.
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Hey, look at me, I'm sitting in a chair! This is indeed a milestone. I can't stay here for long, but it's a good start. Thanks to all who called, emailed and IMed me asking after my health.

The surgery yesterday went smoothly, from what I hear, and I am now short an ovary. It was too entangled within the cyst to be salvaged, but I doubt it's been doing anything useful lately anyway. The surgeon reported to Marshie that the cyst was far bigger than she expected, and can't believe that it wasn't giving me any pain. I really hope she managed to get pictures, but I won't find out until I see her again at my two-week checkup.

The anesthesiologist, Richard, declared my airway to be "awesome". I opened my mouth for him and he said, "Oh, niiiiiice". Yeah, baby.

The operating room experience itself was quite surreal. I heard music and talking as I was shuffling down the hall in my robe and slippers, and walked in through the swinging doors to find a brightly-lit room with '80s music blaring and a crowd of people buzzing around computers and equipment. They turned when I entered and were all like, "Hey, she's here!" as if I were the guest of honour at their party. I was helped onto the table, made comfortable and covered with warm flannel sheets that felt fresh from the dryer. The last thing I remember is getting a sedative, feeling really groovy, and then Richard putting a mask over my face and telling me it was going to smell "just like Canadian Tire". So I faded to black with the song "Come On Eileen" echoing in my ears, and woke up one second later in the recovery room.

I am pretty much useless at the moment and have spent most of the last 24 hours firmly established on the couch. I feel ok today, except when I move. So move I do not. When I have to walk around, I do so with a slow, lumbering Quasimodo-style gait. Kirby in particular finds this so alarming that he runs away with his tail fluffed up whenever he sees me coming. Can't say I blame him.

Memetime

Aug. 9th, 2005 01:18 pm
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I finally found out the time for my surgery tomorrow. It's 9 a.m. but they want me there for 7. I feel tired just thinking about it!

Anyway, about two centuries ago [livejournal.com profile] exsanguinated tagged me for the "top 6 songs" meme. Seeing as this is the first time I've ever been tagged for a meme, I'd better get to it. I think it was the top 6 songs *this week*, not of all time or whatever. So here goes:

not in any particular order )

Power

Jul. 27th, 2005 05:37 am
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The power's back on, wheeeeee! It's been out since quarter to 11 (a.m.) yesterday. The oven and smoke detector woke us up with their little beeps just now. I think the food in the fridge might actually be ok since I kept it closed the entire time and it still feels cold. The stuff in the freezer is still frozen. The only thing I'm concerned about is the fish. They don't look good after 18+ hours without their pump. They're kind of pale-looking and huddled together. I hope it's not too late for them.

The consultation yesterday was no biggie, as I expected. I did indeed have to watch two movies, one about hospital procedures in general and the second about laproscopic surgery in particular. Both dated from the early '90s at the latest, and were utterly hilarious. I remember the puffy-banged patient (with perfectly-arched eyebrows and full makeup) as her eyelids fluttered open after her sugrery and smiling up into the face of the attending nurse. "Do you need anything for the pain?" asked the nurse. The patient shook her head and said she felt "just fine". I expected a shaft of heavenly light to beam down onto her face at any moment.

That will be me. My countenance fair, my composure serene, I will smile and refuse all pain medication. Then I'll throw off the crisp white linens and pirouette home.

Riced

Jul. 26th, 2005 08:50 am
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I'm about to head out to the hospital for my pre-op consultation. I'm not sure what's going to happen there, exactly. Maybe a medical exam, maybe a short film entitled Your Ovarian Cyst and You, or possibly even some key scenes from Alien. So anyway I'll keep this brief and disjointed.

Recent LJ-types who have made cameo appearances in my dreams of late: [livejournal.com profile] heatherella and I went out to see my paraplegic cousin John at the Broadway opening of his one-man show. The house was packed, and he was amazing. Also dreamed that [livejournal.com profile] exsanguinated and I were fighting some common foe, but I can't remember much more than that. Odd.

On the weekend we were at a BBQ, and I was talking to one of Marshie's friends, who happens to have the same model and make of car that we do. Marshie told me he had his car lowered, so I was kind of ribbing him about it. "Is that you right across the street? Well yours is lowered too," he informed me with a smug smile. "And, you've got aftermarket tail lights. Sorry to break it to you, but you've been riced."
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Hooray for high speed-- yesterday afternoon [livejournal.com profile] newschick and I finally had our first proper Skype conversation. It was amazing! At first she couldn't figure out how to get her microphone working, but she could hear me. I said, "So can you hear me?" and she typed back, "It's like you're in my head!!" Soon she figured out which plug went where and I could suddenly hear everything-- her tv in the background and even her computer humming. There is a bit of a problem when we both talk at once but all in all I'd say it's WAY COOL. And more importantly, WAY FREE.

In other chatting news, while we were IMing this morning, I was telling her about this dream I had last night that I went in for surgery. The surgeon patted the table and told me to hop on up, but I told her I should really hit the head before they began. So I roamed the halls of the hospital wearing my paper drape, couldn't find the bathroom and then couldn't find my way back to the operating room again. Then I woke up, and I really had to pee. Just as I finished telling Roby the story, the phone rang. It was the surgery scheduling lady, and she's booked me in for August 10. So that was good to know.

Pot Pourri

Jul. 14th, 2005 12:09 pm
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Marshie brought home our free movie for July last night, and it was Heavenly Creatures. I had to break it to him that I've seen it about 450 times, but sure, I was up for 451. Still quite good, though I found my tolerance for excessive giggling is a lot lower than it used to be. I love the part where Kate Winslet corrects the French teacher and gives herself the name "Antoinette" with the big sign around her neck. My name in French class was Genevieve, in case you care.

So I had my appt. with the crotch docs this morning, and it looks like I have to have surgery to remove the cyst, which is apparently bigger than a navel orange but smaller than a grapefruit. They said it's not causing me any trouble at the moment, but it's so big it's got to come out at some point, so it might as well be now. I don't have a date yet but they insinuated that it might be soon. It will be a day surgery and take about 45 minutes. It sounded really interesting but no, I'm not allowed to stay awake during the procedure. She'll go in through my belly button and two smaller holes. She said she couldn't promise me pictures, but she'd try to take some for me while she's in there.

Sloshed

Jul. 11th, 2005 12:27 pm
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In preparation for my follow-up ultrasound today, I have to drink five glasses of water in 30 minutes, and the appointment won't be for another hour after that. So I guess that's one glass every six minutes (check my mad math skillz). I must say I'm dreading the water more than the procedure, which will be significantly more, shall we say, invasive than the last one. For those who are new or forgetful, it's no big whoop, just an ovarian cyst. Practically everyone I've spoken to about it has said "oh, I have one of those".

T-minus 15 minutes to refreshing beverage #1.
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This is my new trip icon. I'll use it if I happen to post while I'm away.

The doctor called last night to tell me my liver's fine, but the ultrasound tehnician found a 7-cm cyst on my left ovary while she was looking around down there. I'm not worried and I know they're far from deadly, but I'd just like to know what it is and how long it plans on staying. I have to have another ultrasound and an apt. with a specialist on my return. Word to the wise: do NOT do a google image search for "ovarian cyst" unless you haven't eaten recently.

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