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Thursday, January 26, 2006
Injection Day Update
I’m home. It really wasn’t a big deal. If I do it again, I won’t be nervous beforehand. On the other hand, I definitely don’t feel better than before I went in, but we’ll see as the days go by and the steroids start moving around in there. Right now, the injection sites are getting really achy and I’m going to have a big bruise on my hand from the IV. I knew it was a good idea when I told her not to put the IV in my “mouse hand”. She looked at me like I was crazy, but hey, I need to use the mouse.
I watched the whole thing on the fluoroscope, but frankly, it just wasn’t that interesting. I was completely awake through the whole thing. It lasted maybe ten minutes, then off to recovery I went. I got a Pepsi, got dressed, then practiced walking. I was a bit wobbly at first, but that went away pretty quickly. Not an overly exciting adventure, except while I was waiting for my turn (it was like an injection production line), we were watching the Travel Channel. I saw some lovely yachts and some fabulous ranches. Plus, some interesting commercials with Jonny Mosely in Torino, traveling around doing fun stuff. Perhaps I’ll check out his show.
We’re ordering pizza and we’ll be watching our TiVo’d Leafs/Sabres game. I suppose I need to get some ice for my bruising. Other than that, everything is pretty much the same as it was. I guess I need to do some walking in the next few days to test things out. My educated guess though is that I’m headed for surgery eventually.
I did learn one thing from their pre-injection testing - I’m definitely not pregnant. I was terribly terribly worried about that. Heh. I told her if I tested positive, I wanted to sell that sample on eBay. Also, Leigh-Ann discovered that the surgery center isn’t that comfortable working with gay people. They kept my (paid for) driver updated on my condition, but not my partner, even though when she asked, “Single, married, etc.”, I answered “partnered”.
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Ugh. People suck.
Anyway, glad you’re feeling okay. Hoping for some improvement for you. Next time you get an iv ask for the thinnest needle. It helps.
Take care.
jess on 01/26 at 06:16 PM -
I hate that whole partner not told thing. The Endoscopy center where I have spent an alarming amount of time insists on referring to my partner as my friend, refuses to allow her to do things spouses do, and generally irritates me. And partner on the paperwork is always changed to single. ARG!
Glad it went well for you.
TW on 01/27 at 02:25 AM -
I am SO hoping that you feel some relief today.
You know, that whole “let’s pretend they aren’t gay and ignore her partner that has been there through thick and thin” attitude is getting really old. Isn’t this 2006? When will the bigots get the idea that we aren’t going away or changing just because they don’t like us???
BTW, when I had surgery a few years ago on my ovary, the surgeon came out to the waiting room and told my partner that they had unexpectedly had to remove my fallopian tube. She said that it will make getting pregnant difficult. Then she laughed and said, “But I guess you two will need my help anyway if you decide to have a baby.
It was nice to have a surgeon that was so nonchalant about the whole thing.on 01/27 at 04:54 AM -
I’m so sorry that you’re having to go through all this! But hopefully you’ll be back in fighting form now
on 01/27 at 05:09 AM -
Next time you go, bring five or six people and insist they’re all your spouses. Oh, and a goat. That IS the fear, right? Wear leather chaps, go topless and pierce random bits of exposed skin. Shave your head (better yet, make your head a topiary of a vulva); wave sex toys children in the waiting area. Refuse to acknowledge menfolk (unless one of them is posing as a spouse). Wear/carry Christian symbols in an aggressively offensive manner. Insist on being allowed to drink the blood of a sacrificed, new-born ferret before the procedure. When they inject you, speak in (pierced) tongues.
on 01/27 at 06:00 AM -
Bringing five or six spouses and a goat would be fun. Although, it would be hard to beat the fake military guy in the waiting room, who was calling “the Colonel” to check on Lear jet flights to Washington & military transport planes to somewhere else. As they took him back for his prep, he asked if he could have some water...because he wanted to take a pain pill. Right before he was getting an IV with pain meds.
The nurse told me that right after he was done, he immediately took a pill. I think he was a wacky drug addict. One with back problems (he had crutches/braces), but a wacky drug addict nonetheless.
Leigh-Ann’s doctor treated me like a spouse when she had her hysterectomy. He was great. Actually, we’ve had really good luck with all of the doctors here. Every single one has treated us like a couple, even the super Mormon dentist and his whole super Mormon staff.
on 01/27 at 12:21 PM -
I’m glad most people are decent about the “partner” thing. “I’m partnered” - I like that. I hate your insurance company even more than I hate my insurance company. But I hope you soon get unexpected relief. That would be great!
Nancy on 01/27 at 02:58 PM
