Thursday, 13 March 2008
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One cyst down... one to go!
I had surgery on Wednesday - and I was awake for the whole thing!
O.k., so you've heard me refer to the stupid lump on my head... it turns out that it's another cyst! I first noticed it about 9 years ago while sitting on the couch watching t.v. after I had put Lea to bed. I was rubbing my head and noticed a small lump... I figured it was just a zit in a totally bizzarre location... but after much pushing, picking, squeezing (you KNOW you would have done it, too!) it stayed firmly planted on my head. The stupid lump. It grew so slowly I hardly paid much attention to it. I would remember it every now and then and try to convince it to leave... but there it stayed. The stupid lump. Hairdressers would ask if I knew I had a lump on my head every time I got a haircut... doctors said it was nothing to worry about and to leave it alone... but it kept growing.
So when I was getting that tune-up about a month ago now, my doc referred me to a surgeon to have him take a look at the stupid lump. And unlike all the previous docs that came before him, he agreed that it needed to go because (and I quote), "I sure wouldn't want it on my head!" Hey, thanks doc! Way to make a girl feel cute! He scheduled the surgery... and yesterday, I went to the outpatient surgery center to have the cyst removed under local anesthesia. You know what? It was almost a fun experience! I loooooove medical shows - real ones on Discovery Health - not ER or Grey's Anatomy or any crap like that. So I was the star in my own show. It was amazing how much fuss they made over my stupid lump, but it was really cool to be awake and see what goes on, how the doctors, nurses and assistants interact, and how amazing the technology is that keeps us all healthy and well. After about an hour and a half at the outpatient center, I was on my way home with a few stitches and a tube of antibiotic ointment. Here is where the stupid lump used to be:
But see? I look fine from the front!
My mom felt sorry for me and made me this awesome dinner of pot-roast and veggies:
The amazing thing is that there has been very little discomfort at all. I haven't needed any pain medication or tylenol or anything! I felt so good that Lea and I went to the Ferguson Center to see a live performance of Martin Short! But I couldn't have people seeing my nasty matted hair that I'm not allowed to wash until Friday... nor did I want someone with a cold sneezing on my fresh new wound.... so I wore a hat.
I would rather look like a beach-going crazy person that have people thinking that I don't wash my hair and pick zits on my head. You won't tell, will you?
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