About 2 weeks ago, Todd and I returned home from an amazing trip to Sunday River. The next day, he called out of work and took me to Lawrence General to have my port-a-cath removed.
I was excited and a tiny bit nervous. But Todd and I laughed a lot and joked with the nurses so it was fun. :)
While we were fooling around, Dr. Gemis came over and took our picture. He told me about how he was going to remove all of the scar tissue left from the insertion and sew me back together with a thinner line. That surprised me... but hey, whatever looks better.
CUTE!!
CUTE!!
This is a really good action shot of me getting my IV. Generally speaking, I HATE this part... but I specifically asked to have it put in my arm (because I know it hurts more in the hand). This way, because my veins have been poked so many times, I didn't even feel a thing. Which is kind of sad in a way... but good in another way.
When I came out of surgery all they gave me was some delicious apple juice. I was starving. I hadn't eaten since 10:30 PM the night before. The nurse said she couldn't let me leave until my blood pressure went up. And yet, they weren't giving me anything to eat. So they gave me a second bag of fluids in my IV instead. And I wasn't happy.
Finally, after begging and saying how hungry I was, the nurse let us go.
And I went home and took a vicadin and watched the Futurama movie!
The End.
**Since then I have been watching my scar. It looks kind of weird. So I am going to see Dr. Gemis tomorrow to have him look at it... and maybe fix it. Because he definately didn't say anything about a weird nub.
