So, 2 weeks ago, an area on my chest was massively bruised for no reason. Called my Doctor up and informed him. Brought me in for an X-ray and a look over. Told me that one of the Wires holding my Sternum together had to come out. Explained that it would hurt and would continue to hurt for 2 weeks.
I was thinking he was just being a Doctor and didn't actually know. Figured it would hurt but not that bad. March 29th was when I was scheduled to have it removed. So, I'm heading to the hospital, go get signed it, all that crap.
Get into the OR, he lies me down. Takes out one of those comically big needles and stabs my chest with it. Injects some freezing and puts a Scalpel to my chest. Cuts in and I start swearing in pain. Puts more freezing in and starts over. Cuts a big enough hole in my chest to get at the wire that was poking through the skin.
Now, I wasn't allowed to watch so I'mma just repeat what I saw. I have no idea of the tools he used.
Takes some sort of pliers and tries to cut the wire so he could pull it out. Now, these wires are strong as fuck. My Transplant Nurse told me it was Titanium. Not sure if it's true or not but anyways. He's using all his strength to just cut the top of this off. It feels like he's just stuck his hand in my chest and is trying to rip out my entire sternum with his hand. It was fucking horrible. People down the hallway and in the waiting room can hear me swearing and shouting in pain. That was about 5 minutes long and he actually had to use multiple pairs of plies because he kept breaking them or the wire kept breaking them. I don't know.
So then after that horrible experience comes the taking out of the wire.....
The way I like to describe is, imagine a block of cement with a wire all wrapped around inside it with a small part sticking out. Now, try pulling that wire out. Now, imagine that block of cement is your chest.
Fucking horrible. I almost passed out from pain. Fucking seriously wish I did. Pulls it out, tells a nurse that I want to keep it(I did), puts it in a little container thing with some saline, tapes the top and hands it to me. I tried to stand up but it was so fucking painful to even bend my chest. Atleast after transplant I was fucked up on several kinds of painkillers. Now, I had nothing. Took me a solid 30 mins just to sit up, then I couldn't even stand without feeling dizzy. That was another 15 minutes of waiting.
Went home, tried to sleep. Couldn't. Anytime I managed to fall asleep my fucking stupid body would try to turn on it's side and I'd wake up in pain.
Suture used on the sternum is usually steel, I see it done quite a bit for cardiac cases. But holy shit, I can't believe THAT is how they decided to handle your problem. Just sounds unnecessarily uncomfortable for you.
That's all they could have done. Or so I'm told.
During the Surgery the Doctor said that they only put you under if they're removing all 3.
I think you just need to stop having medical problems.
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Wisdom teeth are terrible, reminds me of that time when I had all 4 removed. Didn't feel particularly good afterwards, also had the bright idea to wear my best shirt which I covered in bloodstains because I could hardly feel my mouth and drooled blood all over it.
Some days later, at home, I was feeling kind of lonely with the pain and all, painkillers were starting to wear off again; cat walks into my room, I'm happy to get some company, lift him up to me, he's being all cuddly and pushes his head against mine, right at the cheeks, which were roughly the size of a tennis ball if I recall correctly. Preferred being alone after that.
Okay I feel like a tool for bitching about driving and Wal-Mart right about now.
Knowing my luck I'll have plenty more stories to come and share with you people.
I've had this happen over and over. Fill out some info sheet that asks for name, dob, etc. If I put it as 6/20/86 it's a 50/50 shot I get asked the question, "1986?" <______<
You should start saying "No, 1586, but thanks for the compliment"
Holy fucking shit Myrrh. That's fucking horrifying.
So I'm at work, a 8/10 chick (17-20 age) walks in with her 6.5/10 friend (same age), they sit down, talk...
one of their mothers walks in, a 3/10 total bitch with full on attitude, tosses a coupon at the cash and sits down, while I'm finishing a previous order. The girls come up to order and the moms like "hey I pay now I have go I'm in rush"...so I take the coupon. Its from the entertainment pack books, and they change color every year. So this year, the resto coupons are purple, last year they were green, the year before they were blue. This coupon was blue...and the expiration date was torn off.
"Um, I cant accept this, I know its old by its color, and the fact you tore off the expiration date"
fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE rant about how I'm an asshole and I'm wasting her time, and shes gonna go to the car to get a full coupon...never came back. Girls daughter is stunned, just looks at me and goes "she thinks she can beat the system all the time". I just lol'd.
Why do people think tearing the expiry date off will work? Every employee HATES coupons, because it means more work, we cant WAIT for them to expire.
now if the 8/10 chick had a loose top on, leaned over the counter slightly "omg Im sooooooo sorry I didnt know, I found the coupon and I only have 10 bucks, can you pleeease make an exception", its a different story.