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Freya Lexx (freyalexx) wrote,
@ 2005-11-22 10:44:00
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    Current mood: sore

    Strength Of A Woman
    As some of you know, there was a growth on my inner left thigh. It had been there for almost a year. I had gone to see a walk-in clinic doctor, as a matter of fact, I had seen 2 of them (husband and wife). They tried to inserting a needle to see if puss would come out, then it would be an infection. To their surprise, only blood came out and alot of pain for me. They said then that they would call a hospital, get an appointment for it to be removed, have it anaylsed and then everything should be fine; THAT WAS 3 WEEKS AGO! Last week, I had decided to call them and see if maybe they just didn't call me back, nope. The secretary left a message for them and I still waited until this week.

    So yesterday afternoon, I got fed up of waiting.. I went to a hospital, myself. I waited and waited. Finally got to see the doctor. He came in, saw it and said "You're in the wrong place. You need a surgeon. That needs to come out now, I'm taking it out." and walked away to prepare.

    "Eek!" was all I thought. The nurse came to see me, put some surgical things on the bed, walked away, came back with more.. "Eek! (again)". The doctor finally came in and started away. He froze me up, I cried and it began...

    He was quiet, alone and really into his work. I felt nothing. I heard the snipping of the surgical slippers, I felt the blood trickle down the part of my thigh that wasn't frozen over and over. I could even hear the clock tick by. I felt so alone. And I suppose in 20mins or so, he was done. He had stitched me up and he was going to let the nurse bandage it up. He prescribed me heavy duty (Heh!) advil and I have an appointment to see him on December 6th, at 11am. The appointment is for him to take out my stitches and also to tell me what the fuck I had inside me for so long...

    I came home as soon as I could. I had been in that hospital for roughly 5hrs. When I got home, Angel and Sen soon figured out that I had my operation. Angel said "He ripped out? What!?" and sort of freaked, I guess.. He took my coat, threw it on the floor and went straight to asking me what happened, if I was okay and all that caring stuff as Sen sat near while I was telling my story.

    Other minor things happened which leads me to why I'm awake and typing now; I tried sleeping, worked for awhile, woke up at 4am, spoke with Angel and Sen for a bit, fell back asleep and woke up again on and off until recently. This was all done with me being in pain. It's a constant pain which I can sort of bare (enough). It's when I move, turn over, do anything that it hurts like a bitch.

    Naturally, I took the day off school.. the bandage that's covering my leg right now is half covered in blood. Mmmm.. yummy!

    Let's just see how the day goes, hmm?



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