stitchwhich | Ow! hey! (not for the squemish)

Just got back from the doctor's office with a fistful of vicodin. Wow. Went in to have the little whatever-it-is cleaned out so the salve can keep working away on the infection, only to get to undergo minor surgery. I've never heard a doctor say, "What the heck is that? I've never seen anything like that before." as he's cutting something out of my body. or have him leave three times to get different scapels in order to chop whatever-it-is outta there. We tossed around discriptives and then gave up, wet-bandaged it, and I came home all woozy and nauseous... shock reaction. Apparently lidocane and I are not a good match (and it didn't work, either. WOW, can I tell you that deep breathing only goes so far to help a person shunt pain from a surgical site? I'd rather go through childbirth again. No, wait, okay - it wasn't *that* bad. But close. Poor Arni was in there with me and I think I near about broke his fingers as I held his hand so I wouldn't flinch during the cutting.)

One more week before the lab tests come back and tell us what kind of infection is growing in there. Just wish we could have been able to tell what else it was that was making itself a new home. Brigit suggests, "a nose". That's what I get for telling her that the closest we could come to identifying the weird stuff was "like cartilage". I guess a nose on my shin wouldn't be all that bad. I'd probably take more walks in flowering meadows that way and think of the conversations I could start...