Medical stuff for those who want an eyelid update. Teensy bit TMI for super-sensitive people.
So today was the six-day mark, and I went in to have the stitches removed. It's funny, because when I had this done last Wednesday the nurses kept saying "And your appointment next Weds..." and I kept saying, no, it's on Tuesday, and they kept arguing with me.
Thing is, I have this giant Excel spreadsheet that contains my schedule, color-coded and everything, because otherwise I lose track of things. I have three jobs, after all. So I have to keep track of everything meticulously. I brought the schedule with me in paper form to the visit when we scheduled the surgery, and I was careful about scheduling the post-op appointment. Anyway, I was right, it was on Tuesday. So the last time I had this surgery, I was thirteen, and I remember the post-op visit particularly well, because I had been wearing an eyepatch for five days. My father brought me in. When the eyepatch was removed and the doctor was working on the stitches, I started to pass out, but not the tingly-oh-I-feel-faint-doctah kind of faint, the violent-am-about-to-hit-the-floor kind of faint. The doctor acted like I was being a sissy (now I wonder why) and retrieved some smelling salts. Anyway, I happened to see my father's face, and he looked completely disgusted. Later that evening I overheard him telling my mom that he wanted to beat the doctor up because, to him, my eyelid looked horrible. Actually, he did a marvelous job, and it's held up remarkably well.
Okay, so back to now, and you can imagine how much I don't want to get the stitches out. However, one of the stitches in the center is...uncomfortable, and it's making it difficult to sleep or even close my eyes for any length of time. So I am resigned to the fact that I need to get them out, and I went this morning (alone) to the doctor's office. I get there twenty minutes early (misjudged traffic) and they see me immediately. My doctor, the doctor who performed the surgery, is on vacation, so I get one of his partners, who then gets a very, very young doctor in there to remove the stitches. I was even more nervous, and then I realized that I was really feeling nauseated, which is very rare for me.
The removal of the stitches was more painful than the original stitches themselves, and I nearly passed out twice. In fact, I left, feeling nauseated and just overall sick, and did the grocery shopping on the way home kind of in a daze. I am now home, and I still feel pretty out of it. But the eyelid looks great. Now if I could just get the other eyelid to cooperate. They kind of work in tandem, and it's confused, and is much lower than it should be, because if I try to open the newly restored eyelid too far it hurts, and yeah.
Thing is, I have this giant Excel spreadsheet that contains my schedule, color-coded and everything, because otherwise I lose track of things. I have three jobs, after all. So I have to keep track of everything meticulously. I brought the schedule with me in paper form to the visit when we scheduled the surgery, and I was careful about scheduling the post-op appointment. Anyway, I was right, it was on Tuesday. So the last time I had this surgery, I was thirteen, and I remember the post-op visit particularly well, because I had been wearing an eyepatch for five days. My father brought me in. When the eyepatch was removed and the doctor was working on the stitches, I started to pass out, but not the tingly-oh-I-feel-faint-doctah kind of faint, the violent-am-about-to-hit-the-floor kind of faint. The doctor acted like I was being a sissy (now I wonder why) and retrieved some smelling salts. Anyway, I happened to see my father's face, and he looked completely disgusted. Later that evening I overheard him telling my mom that he wanted to beat the doctor up because, to him, my eyelid looked horrible. Actually, he did a marvelous job, and it's held up remarkably well.
Okay, so back to now, and you can imagine how much I don't want to get the stitches out. However, one of the stitches in the center is...uncomfortable, and it's making it difficult to sleep or even close my eyes for any length of time. So I am resigned to the fact that I need to get them out, and I went this morning (alone) to the doctor's office. I get there twenty minutes early (misjudged traffic) and they see me immediately. My doctor, the doctor who performed the surgery, is on vacation, so I get one of his partners, who then gets a very, very young doctor in there to remove the stitches. I was even more nervous, and then I realized that I was really feeling nauseated, which is very rare for me.
The removal of the stitches was more painful than the original stitches themselves, and I nearly passed out twice. In fact, I left, feeling nauseated and just overall sick, and did the grocery shopping on the way home kind of in a daze. I am now home, and I still feel pretty out of it. But the eyelid looks great. Now if I could just get the other eyelid to cooperate. They kind of work in tandem, and it's confused, and is much lower than it should be, because if I try to open the newly restored eyelid too far it hurts, and yeah.
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*offers wine and chocolate*
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Hope you're feeling much better now and that you're pleased with the results.
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I've had eye surgeries too and they are not fun.
*passes some pain potion your way* Hope this helps.
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Can't wait to see more pictures from your trip! Your descriptions are intriguing.
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I'm glad that the eyelid looks great, though.
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I'm sending you some roses and a hug.
Glad it is over sweetie.
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Would you like some more jello?
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But, as Dak'kon says: "Endure, and in enduring, grow strong."
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They are both mile stones in my book :)
I hope you are on a speedy recovery today and are back to normal cazy selling splendor :)
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Plus there is a bit of stitch left in my eye. I noticed it on the way home. wah!
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Now pull that remaining stitch out and go to bed!!
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I think I will be spending part of tonight on the couch, watching a DVD and drinking lots of water.
Aw, and thanks so much for the concern. You're sweet!