Well I just got home after my surgery so I’m only gunna write a little bit. The surgery went very well, it didn’t seem real to me till the Dr. came in and drew all the lines on me. Luckily things happened pretty fast after this and within 10 minutes I was out. It’s very weird to have a guy come in and draw on you like a sculpture, adjusting the lines where he thinks they’ll look better, twisting you around and looking at you like an object.

I came out of surgery pretty good, with only a mild headache which im told is normal after the narcose. I slept on and off for the rest of the day with my wife and kid nearby, which I am so grateful for. I don’t know how I would have felt to wake up alone.

The next day is a different story. I woke up and had breakfast and generally didn’t feel good, so I laid back down. I reach back to scratch an itch on my back and when I pulled my hand back it was covered in blood. Very calmly I rang the nurse and told her that I was bleeding and showed her my hand, she very quickly called another nurse and they started looking around me and only now when they sat me up did I see my bed is covered in 2 big pools of blood.

Ok, now, I know a bit about the body and I know how much blood loss it takes to be dangerous and this is far from it so I’m not that worried, as long as they can stop it. She says that it’s likely I have a hematoma that ruptured durring the night. They sit me up and run to get some pressure bandage that I have had on since surgery to add more and stop the bleeding.

A few minutes into this the world started spinning and I thought “ohh crap I’m gonna faint”. So the nurse laid me back down on my bed and said we can wait till I’m better to continue, she tilted my bed upside down and open the IV up all the way. As I’m laying there my wife SMS’s me and I messaged her back that I was having a few problems. Since you can’t realy explaine things like this over SMS I decided to call her. A few sentences into the conversation I went from bad to worse and suddenly got violently ill.

I threw up all over my bed, my room mates table, the floor and my phone, with my wife still on it. :( I felt even worse after this so I simply said I’m gunna lay down now and hung up. Unfortunately they had to stop the bleeding, which I fully understood, and I sat up long enough for them to add more bandages. By now it’s obvoius something is wrong but the nurses can’t figure out just what yet it doesn’t look like I’ve lost a huge amount of blood but a look into my chart confirms that I lost over a liter in the OR. Ok well that can account for some of it.

Another nurse comes in to take a blood sample and a test confirms that my hemoglobine lvl is 5.1. Generaly tranfusion lvl is 5.0 however most plastic surgeons don’t do anything till it’s under 5.0, or so the nurse tells me. I’m also extremly anemic. Now the nurses are left with the problem of I can’t be moved but my bed has to be changed. So she decides to give me a quick sponge bath (which I am EVER so grateful for) and she changes the bed from one side to the other with me rolling sideways and her shoving and pulling the bedding under me. 4 hours later everything was clean and the bed was made, just in time for my family to show up.

Everyone comments on how crappy I look and mom, dad and Jan head downstairs. I tried to eat a little and just threw up again and spent the rest of the day again sleeping on and off hoping to wake up and magicly feel better. My wife and kid decide to go shopping in town a bit and let me sleep, which is probably better than sitting around watching me sleep lol. While they’re gone the Dr. comes in finally to see what’s wrong with me, he looks at my breasts and pokes around a bit and then wants me to sit up, so I do which sends me into another fit of puking. The Dr. very calmly states that I am sick because of my low blood levels since I didn’t get a transfusion and because of the narcose and I will feel better and can go home tomorrow. I can’t even believe what he is saying since I can’t stop heaving long enough to breath let alone argue. He tells me to hang in there and walks away after ordering a few more tests.

So after I’m done puking I lay back down and fade once again into the world of sleep. The family shows up again to say good night and they go down stairs to get coffee leaving my wife and kid with me, after a few minutes we send the kid down to get some hot chocolate and we say our good nights but just before she can say good night I’m off puking again. We rang the nurse to see if there’s anything she can do but it’s not been long enough since my last anti-puke medication so I can’t have anymore, not like it helped anyway.

The next day I woke up and magically felt better. The Dr. was right I guess, I just needed some time to get my blood straighted out. I got up and walked around a bit, changed into my real clothes and had breakfast, which I kept down. I got to wash up and after they took out my IV I also got a good look at my new breasts since they’ve been cleaned and the pressure bandages removed. I spent most of the day waiting on my family to come get me and talking with my new room mates kids, she was having a gallstone removed. I ate some lunch and had some tea and about 3:00 they showed up to take me home. One last question asked before I go home.. how much was removed ? 802g and 610g .. nearly a kilo and a half!!!

Now I’m home and so much happier but I’ve sat here way too long writing and must lay down again so more updates soon!!!

When we got up yesterday it was still very dark and dawn was nowhere in sight. My mom and Jan (The Handyman) picked us up at about 7am and we left for the hospital. The kid came too despite the fact the school didn’t really agree to her being out. We feel she would’ve been too nervous to do much in class anyway and she’d want to be at the hospital for this.

The appointment for surgery was at 8:15am but when we got there (early) and one of the nurses went over the pre-op procedure again that the surgery was not going to happen until 10:15am. Great, so now we have a 2 hour longer wait for things to even get going. Not like we all weren’t nervous enough.

She was then shown to her room she’d be staying in and told where she can put her belongings and to make sure to remove all jewelry. She had already done so, apart from her wedding ring which is on left hand right now.

So now we had to kill tie for another 2 hours.. No TV yet, though we applied for it they still didn’t turn it when I left at the end of the day. No Spongebob. Time passed and we were all very nervous. 10am… almost! 10:15am…. nothing… wait, what? 10.30am.. still nothing.. gah! Then at about 10:40am someone finally came to tell her it was gonna be a little later (well duh, we figured that out already).

Then like 3 minutes after that came another doctor to tell her she was gonna be taken to the pre-op room and be prepped for surgery. This was it, no turning back now. When it all still felt somewhat surreal at first, this is where the realization of the situation kicks in. It’s like standing in line for a rollercoaster and the closer you get the more nervous you get. Then the gate opens and it’s your turn to go… and you almost want to just turn around and run away.

So they took her away and then we were left with more time to kill.. They said this kind of surgery takes about 2-4 hours, so there was plenty of time that needed to be wasted. We went down to the restaurant for a bit and had something to eat and drink. Mom and Jan then left for a bit while the kid and I remained at the hospital.

First we went to the little gift shop and looked around a bit. The kid bought a Donald Duck pocket. Then we decided to explore a little, starting at the top floor and work our way down. We looked at the various paintings there are hanging around, mainly in the stairways. There isn’t much you can go to though, so we were done pretty quick with that. Eventually we winded up in the waiting room on our section.

They had a TV there, but there wasn’t a whole lot on. Watched part of Two and a Half Men (I think) and some other silly sitcom. The kid then found a ‘hidden’ stash of games ‘n stuff in a cupboard on the other side of the room. We looked to see what all was there. They had a ‘200 in 1′ game box of which was evident upon opening there was no way even one of those games was complete.

First we tried Mikado (pick up sticks) but they didn’t have a lot of sticks left and they came in two sizes. So we decided to play some Snakes ‘n Ladders instead and after losing to the kid a few times we looked around for something else to do.

There were some (mini) dominoes in there, but again in no way complete. We just recently watched Domino Day 2008 though so we figured we’d try out a few tricks. Not easy with only like a handful of dominoes but we got some basic stuff working. We even made a small tower and later on we used some knock-off Lego’s to build a ramp. Up and down was ok, but then I wanted to try a slide down using rooftop pieces. That worked a few times, just not the one time I recorded it on the phone, lol.

More and more time was killed, every so often checking back in Sha’s room to see if she was back yet. God, this was taking forever. Finally, just after 3pm Lynda saw she was back and we went in to see how she was doing.

She looked sore, but good. I talked to her or a bit but she was also very tired. She said she could not remember anything from the operation itself. Just the part where the nurse went “Slaap lekker” (Sleep tight) and where they woke her up post-op. She initially said she wasn’t in any pain, but about an hour or so later she started to feel something so the nurse gave her 1000mg of Paracetamol.

Mom was informed and after I talked to her a bit she said she’d go look around for a bit in the nearby shopping area and come back later. She and Jan both gave me cards to give to Sha and a a little flowery basket she got for me to give to her.

We went back to Sha’s room and I showed her the cards ‘n stuff. We talked a little more but we mainly just tried to let her sleep. We sat in the room with her and the kid read her Donald Duck pocket. We also watched an episode of South Park on my Zen. Every once in a while she’d wake up and we’d give her something to drink they had there for her, water and lemonade.

Mom and Jan came back later and we ate something again at the restaurant downstairs. Expensive place. I then went upstairs one more time to say goodbye before I leave for the day and told her I’d be back tomorrow. She has her cellphone so she can text me when she wants to. She told me today she was feeling good, though her head hurts a bit.

I’m still nervous, I want her home, but it may take another day. I read her chart thingee and saw that in normal cases they won’t release until day 2 after the operation.

– UPDATE

Just talked to her and she’s not doing so well. She’s bleeding from both sides and is feeling dizzy. They’re doing blood tests. She also threw up a bit. :(

My surgery is at 8:15 tomorrow morning and I’ll be in hospital till at least wednesday. I’m so nervous and scared but I’m excited at the same time and I can’t wait to get this over with. I spent all yesterday packing my hospital bag and deciding which of my old bras I want to take… since I’m told to bring one in my size now and one in my new size and they aren’t sure how big I’ll be with the bandages and all. I decided to go with a 95G and a 110E. I’m not sure how much bandages I’ll have on but I don’t want the bra to be too tight. I’m also bringing a new sports bra that I just bought especially for the surgery; a 95C, it is soooo tiny lol. It hooks in the front since I thought that would be easier for after surgery since I’ll have to wear it 24/7 for a few weeks. It’s black and not terribly pretty but I have been window shopping for new bras and I am so excited by all the new styles and colors I’ll finally be able to wear. I found one that I like in particular at our lingerie shop and if all goes well with the size will be the first new bra that I get! It’s pretty and pink with red roses and a bow. I’ve been stuck with thick white bras that go from your collar to your waist and have 4-6 rows of clasps so I am ready to finally be able to wear pretty things lol.

Today we went and got my final bloodtest done for crossmatching so they know for sure which blood type I am. Also took some pics today which I hope to post soon but since I’ll be in bed for a while I don’t know how soon I’ll be able to update this. I had initally planned to move this to a new blog but I don’t think i’ll be able to so I will post some pics but they will mostly be links so people that want to see them can while others aren’t forced to. I hope to update this in the next few days with how things went and post-surgery pictures.

I can’t wait!

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-Kiki (I’m gonna be really pissed if I wake up tomorrow and this is no longer true)

A few weeks after my first appointment for my surgery, as promised I recieved a packet of papers in the mail with tons of info and a few appointment times and dates. The first appointment I had was for blood work, a whole battery of tests and he took 6 huge tubes of blood, 3 days later on the 30th I had an appointment with the anesthesiologist.

This appointment went very smooth. She told me the kind of surgery I am going to have and went over the procedure again. She told me that I’m going to have an IV and that the anestetic will be put in through this. She told me that I’m going to feel very relaxed then just drift off to sleep which I’m very happy to hear as I know I’m going to be a nervous scared wreck the day of my surgery. I am already very scared but excited too. She also went over post-op pain and that I shouldn’t have any as if I do all I have to do is say so and they’ll fix it, also great news. She said I’ll spend a minimum of 1 night in the hospital depending on how I respond to the surgery could be more, which to me is also good news as I was kinda afraid that after one night they would say: “well you’re done see ya later”.

She also gave me a list of things I need to bring with me the day of my surgery, 2 bras - one in my new size and one in my old size without the metal bits, just in case the swelling is so much they can’t use the new bra. Which lead to my question, what size bra do I need to bring? I know I had mentioned a C but the Dr had said maybe a D would be better so at this point I am not sure, she also doesn’t know and recommends that I go down the hall to the plastic surgeon’s office and ask. Seems kinda odd to ask someone else, “hey what size bra do I want?” but I guess that’s my next stop as I do have a few more questions to ask as well. I also need to bring a loose change of clothing to go home in and not much else since I’ll be in a hospital gown for the duration of my stay.

She also mentions that because of all the bandaging and swelling that I may wake up and think, “yea, now I’m the same size I was earlier” and that I should be aware that a lot of it is going to be dressing and that I shouldn’t gauge size till a few weeks after the surgery. A good point to make since I hadn’t really thought of any of this. She answered a few of my questions which I’ll list at the end and took my blood presure and O2 levels both of which were perfect, amazing considering how nervous I was. She gave me another blood work paper which must be done the day before my surgery before 11 am and a phone number that I have to call the night before to see exactly what time my surgery is.

We leave there and head down to my doctors office to ask a few questions and are told there’s no Dr in the office atm but she writes them down and promises to call me back which she does a few hours later. My questions for today were:

1) Is there any conflicts between the medications im currently on and the anesthesia?
No, there are no known conflicts between the meds and anesthesia.

2) Could the medications I’m on cause any complications with the surgery and/or recovery?
No, the Fluoxetine that I’m taking will not have any effect on healing or blood flow/circulation.
I just have to remember to bring all my meds with me to the hospital.

3) What size bra do I need to bring?
A sports bra in a C cup (hurrah!!) and one of my current ones with the metal taken out.
Also I have read that you need to ask smaller as you generally get a little bigger as the Dr tends to err on the side of caution so I am prepared to end up with a D as well.

4) Can I continue to take the herbal supplements that I’m on, Ginkgo and such ?
Yes, there is no problem with taking Ginkgo up to my surgery date.

not a lot of questions today but I think of more everyday so I’ll be sure to add them as well.

My next apt is my surgery date, I hope to add some photo’s and such before then.

3 WEEKS and counting!!!

I was gonna edit some more pictures that I took the other day but after a few Vista crashes I figured out the problem. One of my hard drives is kaput, broken, b0rked. :( It’s a relatively new Samsung 300GB drive tho I don’t think the warranty is still valid.

Every time I tried to open one of my recently taken photos for editing it was completely locked up my PC and I’d have no choice but to reboot. First I thought maybe Lightroom and/or Photoshop was being dumb, or that one of my drives they use for caching was just too full. But even after clearing several gigs of data the problem remained. I finally figured out it was an actual physical problem on the drive itself so it was time for a rescue mission.

The suckiest part about this is that the drive in question held all my pictures, all the family photos and everything from years ago up till now. The good news is that I managed to salvage most of them, the bad news is that I have lost a few when the drive was failing. When I was transferring files it was easy to see where it was having problems as it came to a complete dead stop for sometimes over a minute until it went further again.

I’m still looking for backups I’ve made in the past to recover the few files I’ve lost, luckily it wasn’t a lot. I’ll have to make backups more often tho, that’s for sure. I don’t wanna lose my pictures. :/

Well here’s a short post over how the weirdest shit happens.

In my bathroom we have a small shower with one of those massager showerheads that feels really good when the water is really hot. As I do every night I head in to take my shower, I’m washing my hair when suddenly I feel a huge pain in my shoulder and hear a huge cracking noise. The shower head somehow came off the wall and hit me with the force of the water behind it. A trip to the doctor’s post confirms it, my collar bone is broken. I’m not even sure the doctor believed my story as she kinda raised an eyebrow at me as I was explaining it. She poked around on it.. does this hurt? does this hurt? as I scream hmm yes guess it does.

So in short from one five minute shower I ended up with my arm in a sling for 4 weeks, 4 weeks off work at least and a hell of a lot of pain. Oh and the final topping to this cake, it’s my left collerbone, and I’m left handed so i can’t write either.

Well now it’s 2 weeks later and I had a checkup with my doctor yesterday, her first comment, yup still broken… I love this new doctor she’s funny. She said there’s a definate dimple in the bone which could mean that it’s either not set right or more probably the bone chipped. Either way there’s definitely a lot of bleeding in my shoulder and I still can’t use my arm, and shouldn’t. She gave me some muscle relaxers to make sure my neck doesn’t get over stressed due to the sling I have to wear all the time and agreed that I need at least 2 more weeks off work.

Well I haven’t broken anything since I was very young and with my doctor’s course I realize all the things that depend on such a small bone and I don’t want to damage the functionality of my arm of the muscles so I’m doing exactly as they say and doing nothing and taking all the time off that they recommend. The .. good… bad.. coincidental .. thing is that I’m off work till at least the 14th then I go back on leave for my surgery on the 25th for another minimum of 4 weeks. My work hates me right about now.

As Aba said, this would be hella funny had it happened to someone else… talk about freak accident, how many ppl can break their collar bone in the shower? Well I always said I am the exception, if theres 1,000,000,000 / 1 shot it can happen, I’ll get it, never fails.

Oh well, here’s my funny and bizzare tale for today.

First, the backstory!

So, we live in the country, about 4 miles outside of the nearest town, therefore we are out of range of cable. We’re technically within range of DSL, but the phone company refuses to update the phone lines down my road. So, we were stuck with dial up for the last 10 years that we’ve had a computer. We now have a wireless connection through our cell phone company, which is at least a tad faster than dial up, but it’s also got a 5GB monthly cap… So for my internet usage, we got an aircard and unlimited data plan.

Now, basically, this aircard has it’s own SIM card and phone number. So it can send and receive text messages, and I believe I could hook up a microphone and make phone calls on it, if we had a normal cell plan on it. This leads into…

Ever since about a week after we got this thing, it’s been getting a pretty regular stream of text messages from someone. It’s very obviously someone who doesn’t realize their friend changed phone numbers. I thought it was funny the first times, but now, about a month later, I’m starting to feel sorry for the person, because the friend obviously hasn’t contacted them, and the messages are along the lines of “Why are you ignoring me?” and such.

So I can’t decide if I should text message this person back from my cell phone(as texting isn’t a part of the data plan), explaining the situation, or just let it keep going. I feel sorry for ‘em, but I don’t want to find out they’re an obsessive freak of a person who will become overly attached to my slight show of concern and then BAM! I got a mutha fuckin’ stalker.

So what should I do?

Hurrah for paper writing procrastination with a stupid blog entry! Which I’m sure I’ll make another entry about after I actually write this paper.

Last week one of my aunts gave me a whole bunch of clothes, there’s some really neat stuff in there. :) They’re mainly shirts, some of ‘m are really kewl. The few I can’t wear Lynda will can have. lol

Then yesterday that same aunt called me asking if we could use a bed. Uhm, “hell yes!”? lol - We’ve been sleeping on a crappy foldout couch for so long. In fact, we haven’t slept in a proper bed since Reno; that was quite a while ago.

They brought it over a few minutes later and set it up, real easy. It’s very pretty, all black ‘n stuff with gold trims. Ok, so it doesn’t really ‘fit’ in our living room but we lack a bedroom to put it in, for now. lol

Anyway, I’m really thankful for it, and the clothes, it’s nice that she thought of me. :)

It speaks for itself! Take away their licenses! RAWR!