Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Having surgery on my wrist was not on my todo list

Ok here is another bout with pain “J.V.” style. last week I was feeling stiffness and pain in my wrist, it was really bothering me, well my sister found out about it and her being a nurse and all she told me to wrap it up, well I did. Having it wrapped felt good, it didn’t bother me as much, I still felt stiff and I would get twinges of pain, but more bearable. Well on the second night I fell asleep with my hand wrapped, Big Mistake. I woke up with a cartoon hand, I mean my hand was so swollen it looked like “Mickey Mouse’s” hand, I was in severe pain.

I called my doctor and tried to see him, I was told he would be out till Tuesday Damn till Tuesday. They told me if it really hurts to go to the emergency room. I, I got off the phone and just went to bed, screw it! I got a few Percocet’s left; I can make it through the day.

Well that night I’m hanging with my mom and roommate and we get to talking about my condition, it ends up as if I am suffering from a heart attack. You see pain in your left arm, stiffness in two fingers, I mean shooting pain up your entire arm, and I felt as if I was having one for real. I was about to go to the emergency room that night, but I thought otherwise, I popped a pill and passed out.


I woke up the next morning in excruciating pain. I said to hell with it and went to the emergency room. After getting x-rayed and then told that they cant do nothing for me except prescribe pain killers, I got on the phone with my doctor office and put the emergency room doctor on the phone with them. I got an emergency meeting with him for Tuesday morning. Ok I gotta make it through these next 4 days. Here we go.


Well I make it through the 4 days and now I’m off to see my doctor. I get there and we go into the office, he looks at the x-ray and say’s “oh I see, it looks as if this pin came out of place and is stabbing your nerve, lets see if I can remove it without going into surgery”. They lay me on a table, shot my arm up and then he cuts a hole in my wrist and attempts to pull out the wire with a pair of pliers I think. All I know is that it hurt, it hurt more then anything I have felt, it made my fingers curl up. The doc looks at me and say’s “Let’s try another shot to see if we can numb you and get this sucker out”. Well the second shot did nothing; I still felt pain immense pain. I yell at him to knock me out; he yells at me “I can’t knock you out ok! I am trying to avoid surgery; if you cannot take the pain then we will have to do surgery!” I say “Ok, let’s try it again”, oh man the pain I felt. Call me what you want, but I couldn’t bear the pain, let’s do surgery.

And that is how my Tuesday ended up. So not kool. So not kool. Having surgery was not on my todo list for the day. Here is a pic of the hole the doc put in my wrist to pull out the wires.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

scars

Scars. What is a scar? Well according to the dictionary a scar is: a mark left (usually on the skin) by the healing of injured tissue.

Nice definition makes sense and totally tells you what a scar is, but for me, that’s not the true meaning of a scar. For me a scar on your body means you have lived. That scar is proof that at one point in your life you were alive, you felt pain, and you went through something, some experience that will be a story for a long time or something that will make you chuckle, or just make you think. Think on what gave it to you or how you got it.

Think about it, a scar to me is a sign that a person has lived. Yes some scars are hard to look at based on where there at or how big they are, but when that individual got that scar, for that moment they were truly alive, they were feeling the pain of life, knowing that the pain they feel means there alive.

Look at tattoos for a second, these are nothing but colorful scars and think about it, people that get them love to feel the pain associated with it. Why you ask? Because at the moment, the tattoo is being put on they are alive feeling the burning stinging sensation that comes along with it. Think about this theory of mine.

Scars are a way to show that you have truly experienced life, it’s a sign that you are alive and this scar shows that you went through an ordeal of some sort in life. Your body has the mark to prove it.

Here is my scar.


Till next time