cracked

Fortunately, I didn't have to travel the two hours for my check up like I did for my surgery.  I just had to wait in the doctor's office for two hours.

Turns out, they lost my  name in the shuffle of patients.

I entertained myself on my phone and for the first hour before I began to wonder what was going on.  When the appointment was originally made, the lady said today was the only day the doctor could see us and it would be a work-in.  So, I just assumed the fact that we were being worked in was what had caused the delay.

After another hour, my mom wanted to ask them what was going on.  It triggered a conversation my sister had with us several weeks ago when I went to see the doctor who performed the surgery.

We went out to dinner afterward and she told us she went to a doctor one time and they took her into a room and after about an hour, she poked her head out and politely asked if they had forgotten about her.  The nurse got nasty with her and now any time she goes back to that doctor, he comes in and is very condescending and asks her if she was treated well and if she felt comfortable and that whole bit.  It reminded me of the Seinfeld episode where Elaine was listed as "difficult" on her chart.

I didn't want Mom to go inquiring about the doctor's whereabouts and cause me to be Elained.

After a while, it looked like I was about to rain so offered to go to Mom's car and get the umbrella and by the time I came back, she was at the window asking about us.

Great.  I was going to get Elained after all.

That's when Mom came back and said one of the nurses crossed my name off by mistake and then we were basically forgotten about.

We were promptly ushered into a room where the doctor came in, squeezed on my throat, told me I was fine, and sent us on our way.  Took all of seven minutes.  No charge, though, so that was good.

As far as how I'm feeling, I can describe it as garbage.  I'm still dizzy and get tired easily.  It still hurts to yawn, turn my head or laugh and the underside of my chin is numb.  The doctor said all of this was normal considering the stress my throat went through coupled with the anesthesia and pain medication and just my body trying to heal itself.

I had really hoped I'd be back to normal by now so I could have enjoyed some of my time off from work but that didn't happen.  I also wanted to finish reading a book I began before surgery but I just haven't been up to it.  My concentration has been at an all time low and the thought of trying to read made me feel queasy.

Funny enough, though, I have been writing.  I really had to force myself to, however.  I just couldn't allow myself to not utilize the time off work.  I'm almost finished with the second part of my book and I only have about twenty chapters left to finished before the first draft is complete.  Of course, editing will then begin and that could take months but I'm closer now that I have ever been to finishing that mofo so I'm pretty happy about that.

I have to go back to work tomorrow and I don't see things going too well, especially with my dizziness.  I've either been in bed or sitting down for the majority of the past week and having to stand up all day might send my face to the floor.  I'm not too worried about it.  If I need to sit, I will.  Nobody else does any work at that place so if I take it a bit easy, it shouldn't be a problem.

I might just take a Lortab before going in tomorrow just to see what happens!  Let the fun ensue.

Another gross picture:

I couldn't make sense of the wound so I didn't want to put a razor to it and accidentally reopen that baby so I decided not to shave.  Well, and plus I had been too cracked out to care about being scruffy.  I did end up shaving before going to the doctor because I thought he would be able to see the wound better on a cleaner canvas.  It took thirty minutes just to shave around the wound and I didn't even get all the hair.  It was a mess. 

Also, it's not as clear here as it was on my phone but the incision caused a bruise that has spread all the way down to my chest.  I also have a nice purple one on my wrist where the nurse unsuccessfully tried to insert an IV.