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Saw the surgeon for follow up today and he tried to kill me. It was early, so I hadn't eaten and therefore hadn't taken a pain pill. He decided that he needed to remove all the dead skin and the scabs on my wound, god only knows why, because after he did, I don't remember a thing he said. He used tweezers and small sharp scissors and I was about to pass out. I swear, I don't think anything has ever hurt as much as that did.
But he seemed pleased with himself, and I think he said something about "now the scar will be nicer" or some damn thing. Did I CARE if it was nice???????
Other than that, I have no recollection of any of our conversation. I think he told me I could do anything I could "tolerate" as far as walking and all.......Megan was with me, and she said she was too "horrified" watching him to remember anything either.
I have an appt to see him again after I get back from Mom and Dad's.
THEN.....I had an emergency appt with our eye doc. I guess my foot wasn't enough, I had to go and get an infection in my right eye. Not pink eye...some other kind of infection. Lucky me. The eye is swollen shut, and I have to do drops and ointment for ten days. He said to "keep an eye on it" (no pun intended) because this kind of infection can easily go to the sinuses, and to see a doc in Omaha if I think that's happening.
I told Jay I think there should be a law that one person can only have one thing wrong at a time. No fair!!
So I feel really, really crappy. But...this too, shall pass I guess.
Sorry about the whining.......I'm just sick of all of it.
I have a feeling that by the time we get on the NCL cruise in December, the crew and anyone around will think I'm a loon. I'll be so excited, I'll be doing a dance!!
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All I can say to this is.........It's hell getting old!
