I was able to get my stitches out today. Thank God. They were awful.
Once the stitches were in, they put Steri-strips over them to cover them up. About an hour or so later, the lidocaine wore off and it hurt like a bitch. The biggest problem was that the incision was in such an awkward pace; just above my belly button and a little to the left. So every time I went to sit down or bend over, the Steri-strips would hit the crease in my stomach and push the cut forward. And any kind of twisting was definitely out of the question. I had to call the doctor and get a prescription pain killer the day after the surgery because I couldn't sit up.
Today, the wound still wasn't fully healed, but at least it had scabbed over so that the stitches could come out. I'm gong to have to wait to see what the final scar is going to look like.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Being a Big Girl
Today, I got plastic surgery.
No, not like that.
I had to get a mole removed. Well, I didn't have to, but I had gone to get it checked out because I was nervous about it, and the dermatologist said that he didn't think that there was anything wrong with it, but that if I was nervous about it and it would keep stressing me out, then the best thing to do would be to get it removed. Since it was a flat mole and not a raised one like the one on my back that I'd had removed a few years earlier, getting it removed would require stitches, so he forwarded me along to the office's plastic surgen.
I went to the apointment by myself, even though my mom and AJ both said that they would come with me. I took the lidocaine injections like a champ, even though I hate needles, they stuck me about 7 different times, and each one burned worse than the last. I spent most of the time gripping the sides of the hospital gown in my fists and tensing up my feet and my legs so hard that they started shaking. Once I was numbed, the process of removing the mole and getting the stitches didn't hurt, it just felt really weird. I could feel them removing the skin, and I could feel the stitches tugging at the skin, but it was more like someone pulling your hair: Your hair dosen't feel it, but the scalp that it's attatched to does.
But I'm very proud of myself for doing it all on my own. My senior year of high school, I was sitting on the table in the doctors office crying because she had given me three shots in the same visit. .
I'm a big girl now :)
No, not like that.
I had to get a mole removed. Well, I didn't have to, but I had gone to get it checked out because I was nervous about it, and the dermatologist said that he didn't think that there was anything wrong with it, but that if I was nervous about it and it would keep stressing me out, then the best thing to do would be to get it removed. Since it was a flat mole and not a raised one like the one on my back that I'd had removed a few years earlier, getting it removed would require stitches, so he forwarded me along to the office's plastic surgen.
I went to the apointment by myself, even though my mom and AJ both said that they would come with me. I took the lidocaine injections like a champ, even though I hate needles, they stuck me about 7 different times, and each one burned worse than the last. I spent most of the time gripping the sides of the hospital gown in my fists and tensing up my feet and my legs so hard that they started shaking. Once I was numbed, the process of removing the mole and getting the stitches didn't hurt, it just felt really weird. I could feel them removing the skin, and I could feel the stitches tugging at the skin, but it was more like someone pulling your hair: Your hair dosen't feel it, but the scalp that it's attatched to does.
But I'm very proud of myself for doing it all on my own. My senior year of high school, I was sitting on the table in the doctors office crying because she had given me three shots in the same visit. .
I'm a big girl now :)
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