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"You are going to WHAT?" every fiber of my body jumped to attention.
He repeated himself:
"We are going to sew your finger to your boob and leave it there for three weeks."
OK so those weren't his exact words but Seriously I'm not kidding.
It seems that the Doc had to take soo much flesh from the top of my finger in the debridement during the second surgery, that there was not enough flesh left to support the normal way of grafting. So, that meant where ever they took the skin from would have to host the blood supply needed until the skin fully attached. Yeah, it took me a second too. WOW!
I remember saying to the Dr. "But I have great boobs! Really! I cut off my finger and now you're going to screw up my boobs too!?"
He promptly left the room.
I tell you what, My Dr. was amazing to put up with the likes of me. Mom and Tim were certainly mortified. Dad and I, no shame. We began trying to figure out what we could get on the black market if we took all their band-aids. Every one has their own way of coping I suppose. I was glad Daddy was there and wonder a bit what went through his head as I proclaimed the perfection of my boobs.
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Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Is Fungus an infection?
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The next day I felt better one more surgery and this would all be done a skin graft was all that was left. Mom Dad and I went to get donuts. When we got back to the house we began to discuss getting out of the house and doing something fun and normal when I got a phone call.
"Emily one of your tests from your last office procedure developed a fungus. We have set up an appointment for you at Infectious diseases today."
"What? - What is that? What does that mean? Not today when my parents have to leave so soon."
All of my questions were met with 'I don't know's' and 'you will just have to go and see'
I hung up the phone not even slightly understanding and said to Mom as she stared, "I have an infection"
All I wanted to do that day was be my Daddy's little girl, and let my Mommy take care of me. I thought, of course, the one time I have them both, all to myself, and I am sick. Proof, history never repeats itself (that is sarcasm for those who don't know my history).
All day long we were running around Scott and White. Tim left work and joined us as we traversed up to Infectious diseases. The Dr was quite kind, but I was terrified, Did this mean I would lose that finger too? Should I have just sucked up and let go in the ER?
He explained that they found a fungus and that was not nessesarily an infection. It could have just been picked up from the air or in the peetry dish. But, if it was growing on my finger it would need to be reconciled before skin graft surgery. He looked at my mangled finger and said he wanted to look with Dr Wienfeld at the same time and ask him some questions.
Then Mom, Daddy, Tim, and I started the go here, wait there, call so and so, fit you in, ventures. When finally we all squeezed into a treatment room and waited...
We played with Daddy's IPhone, read my blog, and Daddy pointed out how many things were "free" in the room. I still kind of wonder if he didn't stick some tongue depressors in his pocket for cookies-on-a-stick. None-the-less it was not unbearable, for the most part. In fact I think we entertained a few of the nurses in the mean time. Finally both the infectious diseases Dr and the plastic surgeon came in and unwrapped my finger. What a mess to decide things looked fine. So what next?
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The next day I felt better one more surgery and this would all be done a skin graft was all that was left. Mom Dad and I went to get donuts. When we got back to the house we began to discuss getting out of the house and doing something fun and normal when I got a phone call.
"Emily one of your tests from your last office procedure developed a fungus. We have set up an appointment for you at Infectious diseases today."
"What? - What is that? What does that mean? Not today when my parents have to leave so soon."
All of my questions were met with 'I don't know's' and 'you will just have to go and see'
I hung up the phone not even slightly understanding and said to Mom as she stared, "I have an infection"
All I wanted to do that day was be my Daddy's little girl, and let my Mommy take care of me. I thought, of course, the one time I have them both, all to myself, and I am sick. Proof, history never repeats itself (that is sarcasm for those who don't know my history).
All day long we were running around Scott and White. Tim left work and joined us as we traversed up to Infectious diseases. The Dr was quite kind, but I was terrified, Did this mean I would lose that finger too? Should I have just sucked up and let go in the ER?
He explained that they found a fungus and that was not nessesarily an infection. It could have just been picked up from the air or in the peetry dish. But, if it was growing on my finger it would need to be reconciled before skin graft surgery. He looked at my mangled finger and said he wanted to look with Dr Wienfeld at the same time and ask him some questions.
Then Mom, Daddy, Tim, and I started the go here, wait there, call so and so, fit you in, ventures. When finally we all squeezed into a treatment room and waited...
We played with Daddy's IPhone, read my blog, and Daddy pointed out how many things were "free" in the room. I still kind of wonder if he didn't stick some tongue depressors in his pocket for cookies-on-a-stick. None-the-less it was not unbearable, for the most part. In fact I think we entertained a few of the nurses in the mean time. Finally both the infectious diseases Dr and the plastic surgeon came in and unwrapped my finger. What a mess to decide things looked fine. So what next?
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Parents
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Tim and I had talked on the way home debating whether to go to our friends house for dinner or not. Would it matter, another hour before we called mom and dad? After dinner we started home again, as we rounded the corner I said, "I could really use a hug from Daddy"
"Your parents are at our house" Tim said as we drove up the street "Isn't that your mom's car?"
I didn't answer right away. Could it be true, were they really here, was it just Mom or did they both get off work, did they know I needed them that badly? I still couldn't believe it as I walked to the door and entered my house.
There was Daddy. Mom came down the hall and embraced me immediately.
Hugs all around, and I curled up in Daddy's lap on the couch "Daddy they cut my finger off"
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Tim and I had talked on the way home debating whether to go to our friends house for dinner or not. Would it matter, another hour before we called mom and dad? After dinner we started home again, as we rounded the corner I said, "I could really use a hug from Daddy"
"Your parents are at our house" Tim said as we drove up the street "Isn't that your mom's car?"
I didn't answer right away. Could it be true, were they really here, was it just Mom or did they both get off work, did they know I needed them that badly? I still couldn't believe it as I walked to the door and entered my house.
There was Daddy. Mom came down the hall and embraced me immediately.
Hugs all around, and I curled up in Daddy's lap on the couch "Daddy they cut my finger off"
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Shift Change
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Shift Change, sent the most horrible woman into my room. She was cute with a pleasant demeanor but she seemed to feel it was her duty to tell me It was really no big deal that i no longer had the end of my finger and that I would be as normal as ever soon. Being the expert nurse that she was she, in not so brief a time, made it known that she saw this all the time I just needed to get over myself. Look lady I am pretty sure painting my finger nails will never be normal again. I held my tongue as she went on and on with as little compassion and sympathy as could be imagined, yet saying these thoughtless things in this oh-so-sweet, aren't-I-helping-you-get-over-this, kind of voice. It reminded me of Umbrige in Harry Potter.
It is a really good thing I was weak because I might have gone to find a cast saw just to let her experience how much of myself I had to get over. But, it did get us out of the hospital and Rebecca and Jonathan had cooked dinner at their house and invited us to come. We decided to go since I was numb and in as little physical pain as I would be in for a few days. Thanks, I needed that.
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Shift Change, sent the most horrible woman into my room. She was cute with a pleasant demeanor but she seemed to feel it was her duty to tell me It was really no big deal that i no longer had the end of my finger and that I would be as normal as ever soon. Being the expert nurse that she was she, in not so brief a time, made it known that she saw this all the time I just needed to get over myself. Look lady I am pretty sure painting my finger nails will never be normal again. I held my tongue as she went on and on with as little compassion and sympathy as could be imagined, yet saying these thoughtless things in this oh-so-sweet, aren't-I-helping-you-get-over-this, kind of voice. It reminded me of Umbrige in Harry Potter.
It is a really good thing I was weak because I might have gone to find a cast saw just to let her experience how much of myself I had to get over. But, it did get us out of the hospital and Rebecca and Jonathan had cooked dinner at their house and invited us to come. We decided to go since I was numb and in as little physical pain as I would be in for a few days. Thanks, I needed that.
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