I think I need to stop obsessing over my health and the way I talk about it. I tell everyone about it and its almost become a topic of conversation. I'm sure my friends are sick of me moaning and groaning about things that hurt. But I can't help it. I need that outlet. Though, in a way, this is suppose to be my outlet. Another way for me to get it all out of my system without alienating any of my friends.
I'm pretty sure I had a bit of a fever today at work. I had a major headache and I started feeling dizzy, lightheaded and like I wanted to puke. I didn't feel overly warm, just a little so that makes me not so sure. I took an advil and a couple hours later I felt a lot better.
Still very weird.
My stitches are really itchy and they hurt slightly. Sometimes I kind of have to hold it down so that it doesn't move to lessen the pain. I try not to move too quickly. They seem to be healing okay, but still no ultimate game tonight. Its for the best.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
A Visit to the Dermatologist
"Okay, well, I'm going to do a biopsy. Hop up on this and we'll get started," said my dermatologist.
Umm what? Biopsy? I didn't sign up for this! I thought you were just going to look at it.
I nervously climb up on top of the bed, laid down and stared and the sterile white ceiling. On the walls are photographs of birds and wildlife. I spotted similar ones in the lobby and wonder if he is a photographer.
I watched him move about his instruments - a little bit of this, a little bit of that. And a nervous, childish question slipped from my lips. "Is this going to hurt?"
"Only the needle," he replied
I went to go see a dermatologist about the rash that has been slowly forming over the course of the past month. I really didn't know what to expect. I thought he would take a look at it and then be able to say something about what it was.
Oh how naive I was.
After talking to me about the rash, how its appeared before and other aspects of my health, he told me that he wanted to do a biopsy. I don't know much about biopsies except that they're used to diagnose cancer. I didn't even know that skin biopsies even existed.
He was talking to me. Telling me what he was going to do, but my mind was too busy freaking out. I barely remember the type of tests that he was taking these for. I know what they're for, but I don't remember the name of them. One is a general test and the other looks for lupus I think.
Once the needle was in that was it. I didn't feel anything else. I don't know why I didn't clue into the fact that of course he would use anesthesia. If you think about it, its not different than the needle they give you at the dentist when you have a cavity. Easy peasy. Nothing to worry about.
Until I looked down - that was disturbing. Why did I do that? Blood and thread going everywhere. Breathe. It'll be fine.
As he was sewing me up, I asked him about the photographs. Turns out he did take them all. It was a form of exercise. A way for him to get out and about.
My results will come back in about 10-11 days. I'm booked for a follow up appointment to remove the stitches and he is hoping that they'll have some answers. But for now, I have 2 lines of stitches going along my chest.
My first ever stitches in my life. And it was over a rash.
Umm what? Biopsy? I didn't sign up for this! I thought you were just going to look at it.
I nervously climb up on top of the bed, laid down and stared and the sterile white ceiling. On the walls are photographs of birds and wildlife. I spotted similar ones in the lobby and wonder if he is a photographer.
I watched him move about his instruments - a little bit of this, a little bit of that. And a nervous, childish question slipped from my lips. "Is this going to hurt?"
"Only the needle," he replied
I went to go see a dermatologist about the rash that has been slowly forming over the course of the past month. I really didn't know what to expect. I thought he would take a look at it and then be able to say something about what it was.
Oh how naive I was.
After talking to me about the rash, how its appeared before and other aspects of my health, he told me that he wanted to do a biopsy. I don't know much about biopsies except that they're used to diagnose cancer. I didn't even know that skin biopsies even existed.
He was talking to me. Telling me what he was going to do, but my mind was too busy freaking out. I barely remember the type of tests that he was taking these for. I know what they're for, but I don't remember the name of them. One is a general test and the other looks for lupus I think.
Once the needle was in that was it. I didn't feel anything else. I don't know why I didn't clue into the fact that of course he would use anesthesia. If you think about it, its not different than the needle they give you at the dentist when you have a cavity. Easy peasy. Nothing to worry about.
Until I looked down - that was disturbing. Why did I do that? Blood and thread going everywhere. Breathe. It'll be fine.
As he was sewing me up, I asked him about the photographs. Turns out he did take them all. It was a form of exercise. A way for him to get out and about.
My results will come back in about 10-11 days. I'm booked for a follow up appointment to remove the stitches and he is hoping that they'll have some answers. But for now, I have 2 lines of stitches going along my chest.
My first ever stitches in my life. And it was over a rash.
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