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Well my New Year's resolution, aside from losing weight and getting fit as usual, was to be healthy ie. not end up in hospital again, aside from scheduled surgery in June involving breaking my jaw and relocating it 7mm forward. However, such was not to be and but 5 days into the new year I found myself once more in the Emergency department at the Austin Hospital. After sticking 4 IVs in my arms and taking an xray they decided that I had adhesions and needed immediate surgery which would involve cutting through my tattoo...AGAIN!! So half an hour later I was whisked into the operating theatre (they told me it was seriously an emergency operation as the condition I arrived in was quite late and as such life threatening - great way to start a new year). I must admit I did give the surgeons strict instructions regarding stitching my tattoo straight...I think that's about all I talked about aside from intelligent observations like hey, number 17, I was in this pre-op room-thing last time.
So the surgery was successful and I must admit they only cut as little as possible into my tattoo, and did stitch it up pretty straight. I'll get it touched up once it's very, very healed of course. So now I have 6 scars on my belly from 4 emergency operations...it'll be kind of nice in June to have a non-emergency, scheduled, operation that I can plan for. I think however that my boyfriend is a little tired of visiting hospitals. I must admit I'm a little tired of them myself, especially when they are so understaffed that upon pressing the nurse call button it is not uncommon to wait literally 45-60 minutes for a nurse to actually come. Which is really quite ridiculous when you require more morphine NOW. The first few days were good - IV ketamine and a morphine button, but 'narcotics are addictive!' Who gives a shit about potential addiction when they're in intense pain? It takes a little more than 3 fucking days! And unfortunately I couldn't...
Well my New Year's resolution, aside from losing weight and getting fit as usual, was to be healthy ie. not end up in hospital again, aside from scheduled surgery in June involving breaking my jaw and relocating it 7mm forward. However, such was not to be and but 5 days into the new year I found myself once more in the Emergency department at the Austin Hospital. After sticking 4 IVs in my arms and taking an xray they decided that I had adhesions and needed immediate surgery which would involve cutting through my tattoo...AGAIN!! So half an hour later I was whisked into the operating theatre (they told me it was seriously an emergency operation as the condition I arrived in was quite late and as such life threatening - great way to start a new year). I must admit I did give the surgeons strict instructions regarding stitching my tattoo straight...I think that's about all I talked about aside from intelligent observations like hey, number 17, I was in this pre-op room-thing last time.
So the surgery was successful and I must admit they only cut as little as possible into my tattoo, and did stitch it up pretty straight. I'll get it touched up once it's very, very healed of course. So now I have 6 scars on my belly from 4 emergency operations...it'll be kind of nice in June to have a non-emergency, scheduled, operation that I can plan for. I think however that my boyfriend is a little tired of visiting hospitals. I must admit I'm a little tired of them myself, especially when they are so understaffed that upon pressing the nurse call button it is not uncommon to wait literally 45-60 minutes for a nurse to actually come. Which is really quite ridiculous when you require more morphine NOW. The first few days were good - IV ketamine and a morphine button, but 'narcotics are addictive!' Who gives a shit about potential addiction when they're in intense pain? It takes a little more than 3 fucking days! And unfortunately I couldn't get transferred to a private hospital because, no beds! What a surprise!!
So anyway, it kind of set a dark tone over the new year, seeing as I had such high hopes for things to change. I emptied out all my old shit and chucked it - all evidence of previous psychosis and a lifetime of poor mental health destroyed, starting over, all positive, moving on and so forth and then this just ruins it all. Looks like my brain is not entirely cured after all! Maybe I'll start again at Chinese New Year, whenever that is, and see if my luck changes then.
I figure that I've had my fair share of sickness and hospitals. I've had 9 admissions to various hospitals for various reasons in 6 years (soon to be rounded up to a nice even number Ten) and have decided that it's someone else's turn. Therefore, I'm putting all my sickness, physical and otherwise, in a letter and sending it to someone else. I'm not sure yet whether I'll pick someone from the phone book at random, send it to someone I hate, or just leave it on the train for someone to pick up. Maybe I'll let the dice decide...I'm sure Luke Rhinehart would approve.
(On the upside, I did lose about 4kg. It'll come back once I start eating though, so I'm not sure it's really a plus.)
(Another upside - surgeon said it's probably been coming on for a while, so at least it didn't happen whilst I was in the middle of Vietnam. That could have ended in many tears...at least I like to think that the tears would be many!!)
So the surgery was successful and I must admit they only cut as little as possible into my tattoo, and did stitch it up pretty straight. I'll get it touched up once it's very, very healed of course. So now I have 6 scars on my belly from 4 emergency operations...it'll be kind of nice in June to have a non-emergency, scheduled, operation that I can plan for. I think however that my boyfriend is a little tired of visiting hospitals. I must admit I'm a little tired of them myself, especially when they are so understaffed that upon pressing the nurse call button it is not uncommon to wait literally 45-60 minutes for a nurse to actually come. Which is really quite ridiculous when you require more morphine NOW. The first few days were good - IV ketamine and a morphine button, but 'narcotics are addictive!' Who gives a shit about potential addiction when they're in intense pain? It takes a little more than 3 fucking days! And unfortunately I couldn't...