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I'm Alive!
Jul. 18th, 2004 09:21 pmHi gang! I survived surgery. You know how they say it's always the little things that get you. Well, "they" are right. When I went in to have the tumor/cyst on my temple evaluated by the surgeon, I showed him this tiny (meaning the size of this period . ) white spot on my tongue. He said he didn't like the look of it, and they would remove it at the same time. I didn't think much about it because I was more concerned about the tumor/cyst on my head (with all those great accompanying thoughts about going blind, losing muscle control in my face, etc).
On Friday, the doctor removes the cyst/tumor first while engaging in an in depth conversation about the Martha Stewart verdict. (Thank goodness, he's a liberal because I would hate to have to smack down a right winger while they are cutting into the side of my head.) He cuts, scrapes, and sews me back up. Kind of creepy feeling, but no big deal.
Then comes the tongue. I never thought about how this was going to proceed. I guess I just thought he would freeze it off or cauterize it. No. I stick out my thoroughly numb tongue, he whips out the scissors (okay, I'm sure they have a better name than that, but that's what they look like), and starts snipping. Of course, I can't help myself. I open my eyes and watch him. And he snips and snips and snips. If I could say something, I would but most of my tongue is numb and the end of my tongue feels inflated. Finally, he stops and stitches up my tongue. I have about 3 stitches in my tongue. I can't talk, eat, or god forbid, sneeze. Luckily, I bought a ton of yogurt on sale so I have plenty to eat.
Today has been the first day that I've eaten solid food. I've been living on yogurt, chocolate soymilk, pudding, rice, and cottage cheese. Tonight, my Mom made the most wonderful low-fat raspberry cheesecake.
Tuesday, I get the stitches taken out of my head (the ones in my tongue are supposed to dissolve) and the results of the biopsies. In the meantime, I can't wash my hair (which means no working out or cleaning house) and I have to eat lots of pudding. And cheesecake. And ice cream. Not so bad.
On Friday, the doctor removes the cyst/tumor first while engaging in an in depth conversation about the Martha Stewart verdict. (Thank goodness, he's a liberal because I would hate to have to smack down a right winger while they are cutting into the side of my head.) He cuts, scrapes, and sews me back up. Kind of creepy feeling, but no big deal.
Then comes the tongue. I never thought about how this was going to proceed. I guess I just thought he would freeze it off or cauterize it. No. I stick out my thoroughly numb tongue, he whips out the scissors (okay, I'm sure they have a better name than that, but that's what they look like), and starts snipping. Of course, I can't help myself. I open my eyes and watch him. And he snips and snips and snips. If I could say something, I would but most of my tongue is numb and the end of my tongue feels inflated. Finally, he stops and stitches up my tongue. I have about 3 stitches in my tongue. I can't talk, eat, or god forbid, sneeze. Luckily, I bought a ton of yogurt on sale so I have plenty to eat.
Today has been the first day that I've eaten solid food. I've been living on yogurt, chocolate soymilk, pudding, rice, and cottage cheese. Tonight, my Mom made the most wonderful low-fat raspberry cheesecake.
Tuesday, I get the stitches taken out of my head (the ones in my tongue are supposed to dissolve) and the results of the biopsies. In the meantime, I can't wash my hair (which means no working out or cleaning house) and I have to eat lots of pudding. And cheesecake. And ice cream. Not so bad.
