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Surgery… Yay.
11 years ago
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So, I got back from the con early this morning, and after a few hours of sleep, and a few hours of work, I went under the knife this afternoon. Just local anesthesia, but a somewhat horrifying experience nonetheless.
Over the past decade or so, I had been watching this large mole on the side of my right foot with trepidation. Well, when the inside of it started to change color, I decided it was time for that fucker to go. The doc took one look at it and scheduled me for surgery the day after the con. So now, I'm sitting here with my stricken foot in the air, trying not to lower it enough to cause bleeding, internally or otherwise.
I can't really walk on it, either. The chicken nugget sized patch of skin and flesh he removed had to be stitched up, and they pulled the skin tight to do it. Really don't need that sucker tearing open on me. Pretty sure that would… hurt. My foot is still numb. I'm kinda worried about what is going to happen when it wakes up. It looks all 300 down there right now- black stitches and blood and such. My days of being a foot model are OVER!!!
If there is a next time, I'm bringing some headphones or something. I can't tell you how UNNERVING it is to lay in a completely silent room, listening to a small, but very sharp knife gliding through your flesh. The connective tissue parts like the sound of Velcro, softer, but still distinct. Then of course there is the doctor: "Oh, man, wow… Uh… Mike!!! Get me some more towels!! and… Bring the electro dessicator in here… Now, please…"
Then, there comes the sound of burning, and the smell of burning meat. My meat… Yes, its Monday.
Over the past decade or so, I had been watching this large mole on the side of my right foot with trepidation. Well, when the inside of it started to change color, I decided it was time for that fucker to go. The doc took one look at it and scheduled me for surgery the day after the con. So now, I'm sitting here with my stricken foot in the air, trying not to lower it enough to cause bleeding, internally or otherwise.
I can't really walk on it, either. The chicken nugget sized patch of skin and flesh he removed had to be stitched up, and they pulled the skin tight to do it. Really don't need that sucker tearing open on me. Pretty sure that would… hurt. My foot is still numb. I'm kinda worried about what is going to happen when it wakes up. It looks all 300 down there right now- black stitches and blood and such. My days of being a foot model are OVER!!!
If there is a next time, I'm bringing some headphones or something. I can't tell you how UNNERVING it is to lay in a completely silent room, listening to a small, but very sharp knife gliding through your flesh. The connective tissue parts like the sound of Velcro, softer, but still distinct. Then of course there is the doctor: "Oh, man, wow… Uh… Mike!!! Get me some more towels!! and… Bring the electro dessicator in here… Now, please…"
Then, there comes the sound of burning, and the smell of burning meat. My meat… Yes, its Monday.
I wish you the best.
I went in this morning to have them change the bandages and look the stitches over. They were pleased with how everything looked, so they turned me loose again. I found a pair of really expensive boots I bought on clearance a few years ago that seem to help, so I'm wearing those when I hobble around. Crutches would be better, but I'll get along for the next few days alight in these, I guess. I'm taking today off, though. I've had enough of working when I'm all fucked up. Still, I'm working out in my shop doing some painting I didn't get to because of- well, fursuiting… :)