I have one site that is not healing and is bleeding.
So, we are going to steri-strip , cover it and if it starts to bleed again, head to the doctor.
“This could be a post-op hematoma so check in with us in the morning” – Nurse.
Back to writing the Sands of Life.
Categories: Instant Tragedy, Life Tags: Hospital, Surgery
the doc still wants to remove the growths.
Ok, I’m going to say it only once. I have lipomas in me. Its how I carry my fat. Ten years ago I had one removed and it was found to be benign. Before Christmas I had a massage because of the stress of the holidays and work. I had an unsually large amount of stress in my back. When the therapist was relieving the stress in my back she noticed a twinkee sized lipoma on my left size near my ribs subcutaneously.
“You should have that checked out,” she told me.
So I did, first thing when I returned from vacation was go to the doctor, and he examined me.
“Didn’t we have one of these removed?” the doc asked me as he checked my records.
“Yes, ten years ago,” I said not really worried cause he said then not to worry about them.
“Well, I used to not be worried about these lipomas, but last year I saw a woman who had lipomas just like you. We had them removed because they were causing her pain and one of them was cancerous. I learned from her to take these seriously because she died after a 6 month painful battle. I want to send you have a surgical consultation,” that was said to me as he prescribed the usualy antibiotics for my sinus infection.
I haven’t been sleeping well since that pronouncement.
Yesterday I went to go see the surgeon. And he was amazed by the number of these lipomas I have. BUT he wasn’t concerned about the stomach or the back. He was more concerned about a mass of these lipomas on my upper right arm. He addressed a umbilical hernia that I had and said that all could be fixed in an outpatient treatment.
“We should schedule it this week,” he said.
There was no option, no delay.
But after examining me he wanted me to have my gall bladder checked. So this morning I went had blood work done, as well as an ekg. Nothing funnier to a radiologist tech than asking “Mamm, is my baby going to make it?” while she is looking at the screen.
She tried not to laugh but failed.
After research and the great consultation by Doc Chako, I have nothing to worry about. They are nothing, I have nothing to worry about and I will be back at work on Monday.
Mom and Dad are coming up to make sure I am ok after the surgery and also to probably throw stuff away in my house.
If Doc Chako isn’t worried, then I’m not worried.
I just didn’t want to tell everything until I knew more than what I did the last couple of days. And Marshall, I’m still expecting my money.
Categories: Hate is bad, Instant Sean, Life, SYCMU Tags: Doc Chako, Hospital
Categories: Instant Tragedy, What's on my mind Tags:
Its amazing how much energy these kids have, because no matter what we do, they continue on and on like some energizer bunny.
They are finally asleep.
We went to go see a movie and had dinner at the Outback.
When I got home, I got sick. Must have been something with the Medium RARE steak I got rather than the Medium WELL steak I wanted.
Now before some of you mention that I should have noticed the difference in the steak before I took the 5 bites and then sent it back…
well, you try to focus on food while you have two kids fighting in a restaraunt.
Now I solved the problem, which was Ryan got a special Outback coloring contest in his menu. Shelby did not. So to Shelby’s dispair Ryan teased her about it, which caused Shelby to take the contest form from Ryan.
“It’s ok, I’ll let you color and when you are done I’ll put MY name on it,” was Ryan’s solution. I took Ryan aside and told him the letting someone else do his work was only acceptable if he was to grow up to be a football player (JUST JOKING), and he stomped back to his seat mumbling how I liked Shelby more.
I then went up , got the woman at the front to give me another contest entry and let Ryan color it in. Shelby turned in her entry to the waiter and she was beaming because “I know I’m going to win, I hope. I’d like to win really I would.”
At the end of the night when I had my steak recooked and brought back by the manager, Ryan was done and he turned in his drawing.
“So mister, is my picture as good as my sissy’s?” Ryan asked.
The manager turned to him and said, “It’s going to be a hard decision to pick between the two of you.”
Shelby asked him, “When will you pick a winner?”
He looked at her and said, “Next week, and I have a feeling that someone at his table might win.”
In my sarcastic mind, it felt like Shelby and Ryan were the only entries, but in my proud daddy mind, it was because they stayed in between the lines.
Between stress from Fredicksburg and Corydon, I brought the kids home and immediately threw up.
That rare steak just didn’t agree with me.
I’m feeling better and going to crash.
After I take a couple of pictures of the kids sleeping. Their cousins are sleeping over.
Very +EV evening beside the illness.
Categories: Family, Instant Comedy, Instant Sean, Instant Tragedy, Life, My Family Tags: Contest, Dinner, Instant Tragedy, My Kids, Outback Steakhouse, Sick
why people ask for me to do things and I say yes, but when I ask them to do something for me they don’t?
Why do I feel that I am being taken advantage of by people who have lesser interests than my own?
Why do I feel so much pressure at work?
Why don’t I just crash?
Categories: Instant Tragedy, Life, What's on my mind Tags: Instant Comedy, Life
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