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I would've posted yesterday but sedatives and painkillers don't mix well when it comes to forming coherent sentences.
I digress...
7:30am, Dylan drags my grumpy (since I had to wake up sans coffee) ass to the hospital. Once up in the correct floor I get whisked away to some procedure room by a young nurse named Cory. She allows me to gnaw her ear off about nursing school and her career choice while another doctor and another RN introduce themselves as participants in my case today. Dr. On finally arrives and promptly asks if I am a one or two martini person. Without hesitation I say two and ask that it be a little dirty and dry. I guess that means I am a drunk and need more sedation than normal people. So while they start the sedation drip, we wait. They ask me questions to gauge my sedativeness (is that a word?). After another dosage and another 45 minutes, they come to the conclusion that I am not responding to sedation but they have to do the procedure anyway. After I watch them administer a local anesthesia shot into my eye, the procedure begins. Since I can't really see what they are doing I can report: a good use of q-tips to clean up blood, some scissors to make incisions, talk of their next case, what their sleeping schedules are like, how mobile my tumor is, how far back behind my eye they think it starts, and how they won't be able to get a lot out. Fascinating, huh?
9:45ish, Dr. On tells me that my tumor is pretty fibrous and they weren't able to remove too much. He thinks it starts really far back and that there isn't much we can do. He told me that what they did remove they are sending to pathology for a biopsy and we should know more about the tumor for our follow up next Wednesday. After this, my sedation starts to kick in and I feel a bit drunk. After this, I remember very little. I remember Dylan coming in and getting discharge instructions.
10:30ish, I stumble out of the car. I notice I feel a bit nauseous and Dylan gets me ginger ale and saltines because he is the awesome.
12:30ish, I wake from my codeine stupor to a call from a florist. I stumble outside and start to snort from laughter because my friend Tracy and her family sent a beautiful bouquet with a card that says "Dear Eyeball - Looking good! Have you lost weight?"
The rest of my day is a blur between trying to play Animal Crossing (despite doctor orders of not watching TV or reading or anything to strain my eye - WTF am I supposed to do?) and sleeping.
If you saw my before photo and would like to see an after, here you go.
Thanks again for all the well wishes and flowers.
