Ouch I have done it again
Nov. 22nd, 2017 02:55 pmMy head hurts So. Goddamn. Much.
The biopsy came back as they expected, basal cell cancer, at the top edge of that, and since it's at my hairline they wanted to do this special surgery type called Mohs. I guess it's designed to create less scarring and preserve more skin, since it's at the hairline. But that meant I had to go to a different office up the hill from my clinic, and they only do it in the mornings--you wait, basically, while they test the margins, and then if they haven't got all of the cancer, they cut some more out and stitch you up. I always warn people that I bleed like a stuck pig, but they never believe me; I also tell them about my freakishly sensitive skin, and how fast local anesthetic dissipates in me, but they never pay attention. So of course they were cutting into me and I flinched, and they had to give me more.
They let you sit in the main area while you wait, or a small private room, which is where I opted to wait so I could work on my last chapter of Celluloid Hero, so I can get it done and beta'd and posted on my birthday next week. I was typing away when I thought, why is my face wet? And sure enough, blood was pouring out under the bandage and down my face. I had to go " Excuse me? I might need another bandage" to the receptionist, and then there was a flurry of activity because of course the doctor was doing surgery on other patients, so they didn't have a free room. The pressure bandage fucking hurt.
Anyways, they came back and said they'd got it all, and stitched me up, but of course the anesthetic wore off and that fucking hurt. Scalp wounds are notorious bleeders and your skin can be really sensitive there (fighting tip: if you can't get a better disabling technique in, grabbing hair and pulling out a chunk can be an amazingly effective move), but man, that was unpleasant. They had to cut some of my hair there because the stitches were vertical rather than horizontal, which was what I'd expected--which means my bangs, which are already terrible and operate on a mind of their own, are going to look AWFUL for a really long time.
It itches like fuck, and my sensitivity to even paper tape is making it worse, but mostly it just fucking hurts, in some ways worse than the goddamn colon surgery. My forehead is swollen like Elephant Man, and they warned me I might get black eyes, but I wasn't expecting that I'd have black eyes andswollen lids and bridge of nose. The ladies at the pet store yesterday, when I had to go pick up some litter for Blues, kind of gasped when they saw me.
I really should have begged for a prescription for just a few hydromorphone pills. They never want to give me one, everyone's convinced tylenol is a useful substance, and you can't have doctors call them in anymore because of the opioid crisis (just, fuck this country), so unless I wanted to go all the way back there, I wouldn't be able to get one even if my begging bore fruit. I got to a point where I was just fuck this, I'm taking ibuprofen, even if it'll make me bleed more. It hasn't helped much, I still can't sleep because it hurts so damn much, but a tiny bit is better than nothing.
At least I got to take the pressure bandage off today and wash my hair around the incision, because the mats were gross. And at least it didn't stain my clothes.
I am really done with having bits and pieces of me cut out!
The biopsy came back as they expected, basal cell cancer, at the top edge of that, and since it's at my hairline they wanted to do this special surgery type called Mohs. I guess it's designed to create less scarring and preserve more skin, since it's at the hairline. But that meant I had to go to a different office up the hill from my clinic, and they only do it in the mornings--you wait, basically, while they test the margins, and then if they haven't got all of the cancer, they cut some more out and stitch you up. I always warn people that I bleed like a stuck pig, but they never believe me; I also tell them about my freakishly sensitive skin, and how fast local anesthetic dissipates in me, but they never pay attention. So of course they were cutting into me and I flinched, and they had to give me more.
They let you sit in the main area while you wait, or a small private room, which is where I opted to wait so I could work on my last chapter of Celluloid Hero, so I can get it done and beta'd and posted on my birthday next week. I was typing away when I thought, why is my face wet? And sure enough, blood was pouring out under the bandage and down my face. I had to go " Excuse me? I might need another bandage" to the receptionist, and then there was a flurry of activity because of course the doctor was doing surgery on other patients, so they didn't have a free room. The pressure bandage fucking hurt.
Anyways, they came back and said they'd got it all, and stitched me up, but of course the anesthetic wore off and that fucking hurt. Scalp wounds are notorious bleeders and your skin can be really sensitive there (fighting tip: if you can't get a better disabling technique in, grabbing hair and pulling out a chunk can be an amazingly effective move), but man, that was unpleasant. They had to cut some of my hair there because the stitches were vertical rather than horizontal, which was what I'd expected--which means my bangs, which are already terrible and operate on a mind of their own, are going to look AWFUL for a really long time.
It itches like fuck, and my sensitivity to even paper tape is making it worse, but mostly it just fucking hurts, in some ways worse than the goddamn colon surgery. My forehead is swollen like Elephant Man, and they warned me I might get black eyes, but I wasn't expecting that I'd have black eyes andswollen lids and bridge of nose. The ladies at the pet store yesterday, when I had to go pick up some litter for Blues, kind of gasped when they saw me.
I really should have begged for a prescription for just a few hydromorphone pills. They never want to give me one, everyone's convinced tylenol is a useful substance, and you can't have doctors call them in anymore because of the opioid crisis (just, fuck this country), so unless I wanted to go all the way back there, I wouldn't be able to get one even if my begging bore fruit. I got to a point where I was just fuck this, I'm taking ibuprofen, even if it'll make me bleed more. It hasn't helped much, I still can't sleep because it hurts so damn much, but a tiny bit is better than nothing.
At least I got to take the pressure bandage off today and wash my hair around the incision, because the mats were gross. And at least it didn't stain my clothes.
I am really done with having bits and pieces of me cut out!
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Date: 2017-11-23 12:04 am (UTC)which is where I opted to wait so I could work on my last chapter of Celluloid Hero
Man, you're like T -- he insisted on having his laptop with him whenever he was in the hospital for cardiac stuff so he could work. I admire that kind of ethic! If I get the tiniest head cold I turn into Camille.
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Date: 2017-11-23 01:18 am (UTC)(haha yeah, dream on, I know.)
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Date: 2017-11-23 07:07 am (UTC)Have you given a thought to naproxen? We can’t get it without prescription here (unless you buy the expensive Feminax Ultra and only get a few tablets, which is not enough for your husband’s gout, let me tell you, though he got very adept at buying pills “for my wife”, thus receiving much pharmacist approval for being so unafraid of menstruation. What is this world we live in, again?) but you guys can and it’s a stronger anti-inflammatory than ibuprofen. Taken over a couple of days it’s unlikely to affect bleeding much. It’s generally long-term use of NSAIDs that causes problems.
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Date: 2017-11-23 09:40 am (UTC)Yeah, my brother had nose surgery and his eye swelled so much, it was dangerous. You gotta be careful with that. I hope you feel better soon. 2 black, swollen eyes sucks too.
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Date: 2017-11-23 05:37 pm (UTC)Tylenol is the most useless drug ever.
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Date: 2017-11-23 06:06 pm (UTC)The opioid thing is just being mishandled so badly. They're so busy trying to manage the small symptoms that they're never going to address the actual problem. (I used to have to sign some kind of DEA form saying I wouldn't sell drugs every time I went to the vet to pick up tramadol for Hagrid's arthritis pain.)
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Date: 2017-11-25 08:28 pm (UTC)I shouldn't laugh, but I'm blackly amused by the "Oh shit! She wasn't kidding!" swing to over-compensate...
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