Yup, that’s my foot.
If you look real hard, you can see a purple X on my foot.
I have no fuckin clue. As some of you may be aware, I had my annual cerebral artery angiogram yesterday. I was supposed to be kept ‘awake but sedated’ and although this was supposed to be ‘no big deal’ and it wouldn’t hurt…
A-I was NOT awake. I don’t remember anything about the procedure. I thought the Dr. was going to ask me questions and show me how cool my brain looked on the monitor. NOPE I was asleep before I hit the operating room.
B-Anesthesia sucks. Why? Because IT WEARS OFF!!! Apparently, the needle they stuck in my femoral artery was 1/8 of an inch thick and yeah if I was AWAKE for that shit I WOULD HAVE SCREAMED BLOODY MURDER. SO, after the anesthesia wore off and I stopped vomiting, I SCREAMED ANYWAY…WHY??? Because I was in PAIN.
C–That pain, gave me a migraine, so I passed out from it last night. Up until I started typing this blog, I was lying down all day today. Oh I did take a shower…that was a JOY!!! I can’t get the wound too wet…because it won’t heal correctly and it may become infected. But then I have to let the wound breathe. So I’m kinda in a sundress watching Desperate Housewives on Netflix in between limping to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.
D-Inserted in my groin, I have a spongy catheter thing to help absorb blood. Kinda like a tampon for your femoral artery, I guess. BUT the cute thing is, it stays there until it fully dissolves in NINETY DAYS. D2–Why am I so mad??? Well partly because the last time I had this done was when my aneurysm ruptured, and I was so heavily medicated, I don’t remember it at all. No one told me how much this was going to suck!!!!
E-But here is the fun part, after my surgery, my neurosurgeon came in and politely (he IS a nice guy and I’m not mad with him)said to me, “the procedure went well, but we are concerned about findings on your right When you come in for your two week follow up, we will discuss coiling or if we are just going to monitor it.”
F-Because I was still sedated, I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL THAT MEANT!!! I am going to call him on Tuesday for clarification, but if I have ANOTHER ANEURYSM, I will…fuck I dunno WHAT Ima do…I’ll probably just cry, talk a lot of shit and wonder why my brain wants to be fuckin Pompeii!!!!!
G-And um yeah why DO I have purple Xs on my feet?? I still don’t know and I can’t get the damn marker off.
Okay rant over.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll try to write a poem, or a short story, something less angry.
Thanks for reading