April 16, 2010 at 12:48 am (doctors, hair) (, )

So I just pulled a clump of hair and lint out of buttgyna (the friendly nickname I’ve given my pilonidal cyst’s large sinus and her six lovely sisters). This was painful and utterly terrifying, as it was the first time I’ve ever pulled anything out of the scary little black pit of doom back there. I am not looking forward to getting it removed, as this will probably mean another long recovery, and while it’s not really detrimental to my every day life, I. Want. It. Out. There’s still a hair sticking out of there, too. I was too afraid to pull on it anymore, partially out of the unrealistic fear that this would unravel the whole thing and somehow I’d end up pulling out the contents of the cyst through the sinus. Yeah, this really is TMI.

Making the TMI stuff blend with the background, because yeah, that’s probably more than you needed to know. Highlight it at your own risk. Appointment to get that shit taken care of is in about a month, so hopefully it’ll go well and away. I don’t seem to have updated about my appointment on Monday (the drug test fail sort of distracted me, apparently), but it went okay. I got a refill. I got the Steri-Strips removed. I have a big gash on my bikini line and all the area surrounding it is numb.

I think I’m going to bleach my hair more tomorrow. There was a brief spike in guys hitting on me (hello, forty year old at the library), but that seems to have diminished and I feel like the hair’s just ugly now. I’m just kind of cranky because I’ve been in withdrawal all day, am not looking forward to dealing with the rest of my medical problems, am tired, etc. Also am in fear that new $15/hr month-long job opportunity that both J and I might be embarking on next week will drug test and then we’ll have lost the chance to make $4,000. Will find out this weekend.

I need to fetch myself a scrip for Ativan. I’m pretty sure it would help immensely.


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day two

April 5, 2010 at 2:39 am (doctors) (, )

My dermoid cyst was apparently not as cool as this one, since it didn’t have any teeth. It was, however, ten centimeters long (the size of a grapefruit). Two days ago, its claws were dislodged from my left ovary by some surgeons that were also kind enough to drain a cyst on my right ovary while they were down there poking around.

The result of this is that the weird pain in my right ovary that I had for about a week should no longer be an issue, that it will no longer come and go at its own leisure, or hurt when I go to the bathroom. It also means I have a massive gash in my stomach that’s taped together, and that I can’t do anything for four to six weeks while I heal. As a result, I began this blog while sitting in my hospital bed, waiting for my boyfriend to come back from feeding the cat to keep me company for the second night of no sleep and sweaty, narcotic induced nightmares.

I’m home now, wondering what I’m going to do for the next month, and slightly concerned about the fact that I’m not going to be able to work for that long. I didn’t do much today other than eat obscene amounts of pasta from Noodles and Co., but maybe tomorrow will yield something more exciting. I lost four pairs of earrings during this ordeal– I had to remove them prior to surgery, and because my mother didn’t put the container holding them in my personal belongings bag, I am now missing one very expensive pair of internally threaded onyx and titanium earrings, another pair that I’ve had since I was a baby, a pair shaped like stars that my mom bought for me, and a lame silver pair from The Icing that had a very finicky backing. Since the decision to retire most of my piercings has been made for me, I think I’m going to take advantage of not having to work to dye my hair purple.

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