So I got cut open.
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I never really had surgery. Closest I've gotten is when I broke my arm and the doctor set it (no anesteshia for the win!).... and the second time I broke my arm, they were wondering I they'd have to set it it with sugery (they didn't and now it clicks when I move it from side to side)
Also I'm gonna have to get my wisdom teeth removed soon.
Also I'm gonna have to get my wisdom teeth removed soon.
Well, I DID get stitches when I was an infant, due to the nurse who gave my mom a c-section accidentally cutting my hand wide open. I still have a pretty big scar on my hand from it.
I had a broken collarbone years ago. It splintered and left a spike of bone poking upwards and into the skin. It started to go bad, so they opened me up, cut off the spike and used it to bridge the gap at the bottom.
I managed to break half my stitches a couple of weeks later when doing some DIY that I shouldn't have been doing, so my scar is a bit wide!
Oh and I had a high grade malignant melanoma (cancer) a few years back. The first op to remove the area wasn't enough, so they had to cut out a section of my back 6" long, 2" wide and 1.5" deep. The op was called a wide excision. The scar stretched badly after the stitches came out.
It was during that op that I realised humans smell like pork chops under a grill when our flesh is burned!
I managed to break half my stitches a couple of weeks later when doing some DIY that I shouldn't have been doing, so my scar is a bit wide!
Oh and I had a high grade malignant melanoma (cancer) a few years back. The first op to remove the area wasn't enough, so they had to cut out a section of my back 6" long, 2" wide and 1.5" deep. The op was called a wide excision. The scar stretched badly after the stitches came out.
It was during that op that I realised humans smell like pork chops under a grill when our flesh is burned!
Just recently, at about 2:00 PM. I was at the beach, I stepped on something in the water. And a huge gash got cut into my foot, I had to get it stitched. And now I have to use crutches for a few days.
I'm fairly miserable right now.
Vicodin eases the pain though, god bless it.
I'm fairly miserable right now.
Vicodin eases the pain though, god bless it.
I've been fortunate, only tooth removals and a hernia thus far. I don't miss that pertruding lump.
I had to have an operation to take an ear tube out, because it hurt like hell when the doctor took the other one out, and I was a kid so.
This is gun'na be long, but here it goes. I had the Nuss Procedure done for my Pectus Excavatum condition; they had to place a steel bar into my ribs and force them forward, now I have to keep it in for another year or two. The surgury itself only took about 2 hours (naturally, I was unconscious the entire time), and when I came to a few minutes after, I was completely out of it, I couldn't even open my eyes to focus. I requested some medication because I was feeling itchy so they gave me a drug called Rubain. Turns out I'm allergic to it because I started to have a panic attack and they put me on another medication. I had to stay in the recovery wing for an entire week, only getting about 2 hours of sleep each day because the heavy duty anti-pain narcotics kept me jittery (and when I say heavy, I mean HEAVY; at one point I was lying down and had my knees up; when I trying to lay my leg flat, they automaticly retracted and were shakey).
Also, because of the pressure on my chest, I would get severe hiccups during every meal because the esophagus was in a slightly new position and was adjusting (speaking of which, for the next two months I could LITERALLY hear my inards repositioning themselves with that sort of nasty alien-pod-hatching-open sound). Also, I had to be put on a catheter (think I spelled that right) and they had two young nurses come position it.
Now I'm a young man, and what happens when two young nurses come and start messing with a young man's junk?
That's right; erection.
Not my finest hour.
Later, they had to remove the catheter and told me I had to pee within an hour or they would have to put it back in. So I tryed. And tryed. And I got nothing. So now they had to put it back in, but this time I wasn't on the magic-liquid-hypno-painkiller-juice, so it hurt.
A lot.
Ah, but it gets better kids, and by better I course means sucks worse.
So at some point within the next day I have to pee. So I do. Except the catheter apparently wasn't put in exactly right and half the urine was going in and the other was going out. And it hurt.
A lot.
So then they had to remove it. And it hurt.
A lot.
All the meanwhile I'm spending a week in a bed that hasn't been changed and is now covered in a thin layer of my own blood, sweat, and urine.
Nice.
Then I spend the next two months in a recliner, the first two weeks of which I couldn't get myself out of so I had to rely on others. Also during this time I was put on the magic-pink-painkilling-narcotic pill. I was promptly addicted to them for a week before I realized it and managed to switch over to high doses of ibuprophen.
That's about it I think, I've had the bar in a little over a year now and it's going fine.
Also, because of the pressure on my chest, I would get severe hiccups during every meal because the esophagus was in a slightly new position and was adjusting (speaking of which, for the next two months I could LITERALLY hear my inards repositioning themselves with that sort of nasty alien-pod-hatching-open sound). Also, I had to be put on a catheter (think I spelled that right) and they had two young nurses come position it.
Now I'm a young man, and what happens when two young nurses come and start messing with a young man's junk?
That's right; erection.
Not my finest hour.
Later, they had to remove the catheter and told me I had to pee within an hour or they would have to put it back in. So I tryed. And tryed. And I got nothing. So now they had to put it back in, but this time I wasn't on the magic-liquid-hypno-painkiller-juice, so it hurt.
A lot.
Ah, but it gets better kids, and by better I course means sucks worse.
So at some point within the next day I have to pee. So I do. Except the catheter apparently wasn't put in exactly right and half the urine was going in and the other was going out. And it hurt.
A lot.
So then they had to remove it. And it hurt.
A lot.
All the meanwhile I'm spending a week in a bed that hasn't been changed and is now covered in a thin layer of my own blood, sweat, and urine.
Nice.
Then I spend the next two months in a recliner, the first two weeks of which I couldn't get myself out of so I had to rely on others. Also during this time I was put on the magic-pink-painkilling-narcotic pill. I was promptly addicted to them for a week before I realized it and managed to switch over to high doses of ibuprophen.
That's about it I think, I've had the bar in a little over a year now and it's going fine.
I had nasal surgery last December. It wasn't that bad until I woke up, had a neck ache and it felt like my nose was on fire.
I don't even want to talk about how awful it was after the surgery was over.
I don't even want to talk about how awful it was after the surgery was over.
Well i had my tonsils removed when i was little, i had 4 teeth pulled out but it turnes out im immune to novicane so pretty much it was with out anyseptic but my skin was all numb (im immune in the sense it only numbs the top of my skin for a short time and no more than that), i also had my fingernail removed and then sewn back on with novicain put into the mix again, which didnt work again.
...Quite close friends, eh?Easy Street said:
I've never had any surgeries though, the only thing I would say is when I was 6 I fell over in a clothes shop, and got a security pin stuck in my knee. That was not fun.
Edit: Just realized, I've had my head glued together... It got split open by someones teeth. Yum for them.