Stitches.
I’ve never had them.
Unless you count the ones in my mouth
after they removed my wisdom teeth.
They seem like a lot of trouble.
Or maybe it’s just me that has trouble with stitches.
They seem like a lot of trouble.
Or maybe it’s just me that has trouble with stitches.
If you read about my “helping” Carisa in her post-op doctor appointment
where they removed drain balls (painfully),
you know I am not so good with recognizing
what is a loose hair
what is a loose hair
and what is a stitch.
Hint: unless you know the difference,
don’t yank it!!
She said it almost felt like a stitch that didn’t dissolve.
That surgery was 2 1/2 years ago.
Now that is some heavy duty thread.
And procrastination.
And procrastination.
I went with Carisa to her appointment.
I know, I’ll never learn.
I figured it was going to be a quick peek at the “place”,
a yes or no to it actually being a stitch
and then a consult on how to handle it,
at a later date.
at a later date.
What is the worst that could happen?
In and out and then we could go to lunch.
I know, it’s like I don’t even read my own blog.
The sweet southern lady at the front desk
(from Knoxville, Tennesee. I asked.)
gave Carisa about 57 pages of forms to fill out.
I promised not to talk or distract her.
Thank goodness, Carisa realized the BIG FAT LIE that was.
I told her with the length of that one tube of her drain ball, they may very well have stripped her sinuses.
So the question seemed pertinent.
She chewed every bit of flavor out of her gum and my stomach growled itself silly.
Right then and there.
Carisa lied to me about where “the place” was located.
It wasn’t “on the side” as she previously led me to believe,
it was RIGHT BY the word that I can’t. even. handle.
it was RIGHT BY the word that I can’t. even. handle.
So I had to hear the word thrown around the room
like confetti at a party.
The doctor asked if I wanted to wait outside.
My face must’ve screamed yes.
My face must’ve screamed yes.
But Carisa said to stay.
Dear word, when the numbing shots went in and Carisa hollered,
“Ow, ow, OW!”
The room went a little dim.
Luckily, the doctor’s back was to me, blocking any sort of gore.
I busied myself with texting.
First to Monte explaining my deep hunger.
He told me that I put myself in “hangry” situations too much
and I should carry protein bars in my purse.
and I should carry protein bars in my purse.
I imagined myself unwrapping a bar right there,
in the doctor’s office,
with Carisa getting cut open.
It made me dizzy.
And oddly more hungry.
Then I texted Sumita and Julie that I just couldn’t. even. handle. the word that rhymed with cripple.
And I didn’t even get to the part about it being
thrown around the room like confetti at a party.
Julie kept telling me that the phone's autocorrect must be changing that word to cripple.
Sumita finally explained.
There may have been exclamation points.
She said it wasn’t.
But it was hurting me.
He kept asking the nurse for different tools.
When he asked for one “with teeth”,
Carisa and I shared a horrified look.
I envisioned the nurse handing over something like the jaws of life.
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My neck started to sweat.
The doctor seemed to be tugging on something and the nurse put on her glasses to check it out closer.
I guess a fair amount of scar tissue had formed around the tiny piece of stitch making it look like a grain of rice.
I was so curious to see it but feared passing out if I stood up to look over the doctor’s shoulder and got a peek at way more than I wanted to see.
Carisa said that they should put it in a bottle for me to take home.
If there had been a single ounce of anything in my stomach,
I would’ve thrown up.
It was around then that the doctor noticed what he called a “distorted mole” and offered to remove it.
The whole classification of that struck me funny.
Leave it to Carisa to have a “distorted mole”.
And leave it to me to laugh at it.
And leave it to me to laugh at it.
I needed air and a sandwich in a bad way.
and keeping gauze on it
and I swear the room started to sway ever so slightly.
The doctor asked how Carisa was doing after the surgery (2 1/2 years later) and she voiced some concerns about some “areas”.
I swear, she was pranking me.
It was so stinking hot in that room by then
and I really wanted to take off a layer of clothing
but feared the doctor would offer to
"take care" of something on me!
Clearly, I must’ve not seemed okay.
Carisa explained my wooziness and NOT LIKE of certain words.
She looked at me like I was odd.
Those words were her business.
It was ALMOST 3:00 when we walked out of that office,
Carisa numb and skipping along,
me noodle-legged and contemplating eating my own hand.
She finished off the day by saying,
“You WILL be coming back with me for my next appointment.”
I need back-up, people.
LOTS of back-up.
And possibly a nerve pill.
And possibly a nerve pill.
And most definitely protein bars in my purse.
Sounds like you need a friend to help you with your friend!
ReplyDeleteMelanie,
ReplyDeleteI DO! And Sumita volunteered to be just such a friend. Whew!
This makes me laugh! How on earth did you handle childbirth! LOL. I am so the opposite. I would have been all peek-a-booing over the doctors shoulder trying to see what they were doing. In another world I would have been a nurse/doctor. Next time, bring rootbeer with you. =)
ReplyDeleteROOT BEER!! Why didn’t I think of that?! I will next time. Since I know now there will be a next time. As far as childbirth, when they offered the mirror so I could “watch”, I screamed “NOOOOOO!” And I never went to the lamaze class when they showed the childbirth video.
DeleteYou make me laugh! The only time stitches ever made me woozy was when I had them taken out of ME. I can watch other people lose their stitches, no problem. It's teeth I can't stand (our daughters had to arrange all baby teeth extractions with their father. I wanted nothing to do with that process!).
ReplyDeleteI’m with you on the teeth extractions. No. thank. you. Thanks for reading!
DeleteBless your heart!! What an ordeal! I have to admit that I giggled just a little bit at your picture of the jaws of life. You are a great story teller! I am not weak stomached like that, but I can definitely relate to feeling "hangry" and getting weak from not eating enough. I am borderline hypoglycemic and if I go too long without eating, do too much physical activity, or am under too much stress, my blood sugar can drop like a stone and I wind up feeling weak and woozy and have even passed out. Such a state with my blood sugar can also magnify whatever emotions I'm feeling too -- anxiety, sadness, fear, and even positive things like excitement and joy (which usually manifests in me looking like a supremely happy and incoherent drunk). I have also been told I need to keep protein bars in my purse, but I'm not very good at remembering so I wind up sometimes needing to dash into a convenience store or other place that sells snacks to put myself to rights. Glad you didn't pass out! What an adventure!
ReplyDeleteI laughed out loud at this! You can sometimes act like a supremely happy and incoherent drunk when you are hungry?! That is hilarious! I might deny you a protein bar from my purse just to see it. ;) Thanks for reading!
DeleteI mean this in the best possible way - you're hilarious. I'm glad you didn't have to gnaw your hand off so you could type out this delicious experience. :) I'm also betting Carisa knows and makes you come along for her own personal, twisted enjoyment.
ReplyDeleteOf course Carisa knows! She always says she’s just giving me blog material. That she has. Most certainly she has. Thanks for reading!
DeleteYou are a great friend : )
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mindy! You’d be great in these situations with your medical background. Wish you lived closer! :)
DeleteOh, bless your heart! When I was in nursing school, I had my gallbladder removed and my poor husband stayed by me through all the grossness he could. That's the only thing I really remember about that and your Carisa will remember this from you forever! By the way, this post was hilarious and I laughed out loud several times!
ReplyDeleteFound you through the Thursday Favorite Things Blog Hop!
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