The Major Minor ProcedureAugust 23, 2011 by Karess | Filed under Random.
I had a minor procedure yesterday to have a boil taken out of my scalp. Weird, but true.
I’ll spare you much of the gross details of it. Now that I’ve been given three days of bed rest, I think chronicling the whole process would help me look back at this, laugh, and hope for it not to happen again.
Interestingly enough, I blogged about twisting my left ankle a few years ago. But I digress.
The boil had been there more than a week by my estimate. My friend, Iris, and her three kids (aged five, three, and eight months) drove me to a general surgeon’s clinic. I’m grateful for their company, and it was also quite entertaining to be around them, because they pretty much cheered me up. Kinda like the calm before the storm, if you will.
By the time I got to the doctor’s office, it felt like my whole life flashed before me. I’ve NEVER been to the hospital, except when I was born. I’ve never had any injuries that merited confinement. Sure, I twisted my ankle a few years ago, but I didn’t have to wear a cast and whatnot. So yes, I was SCARED.
It’s not like I wasn’t prepared for it, either. I’d been told that boils needed to be drained surgically. Let’s just say I was totally in denial of that fact, because I was NOT expecting being put under a knife, or whatever instrument my doctor used, that day.
And yes, it hurt. I was awake the whole time it happened. I was given anesthesia, but I still felt the pain. I shudder thinking about how awfully excruciating it would’ve been sans painkillers.
In a daze
The whole process felt like such a long one, but I think it lasted around ten to fifteen minutes. By then I was sniffly, teary-eyed, and dazed. I think pain does that to us—it kind of puts us in a weird, dream-like state after all of it is over.
By the time my doctor was giving me instructions on cleaning the wound and whatnot, my mind was literally floating. Good that she was repeating the instructions constantly so I could remember what to do.
I like my doctor very much. She was a very pleasant and gentle woman who gave fair warning to all the surgery processes. (Did you know that our heads have lots of blood vessels in them? Yep, I learned that from her) She had a really nice corner office, too, with a gorgeous view of bamboo and greenery.
Okay, I just love how I segued from my daze to my doctor.
I’m now at home, given doctors’ orders that I had to take a three-day bed rest. I’m wondering what to do aside from read, go online, and chronicle my surgery experience. I guess these will do for now.
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