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After skateboarding accident and surgery my pink room is reminding me about hospital clothes with same colour, dizzy people waiting to get new fancy screws to their bones too and this surgeon who was singing Con Te Partiro at the same time he was cutting my skin.
After 6 months of fairly intense pain, there seems to be only a little gain...
I think the problem is that I was in such intense pain after the surgery and during therapy that we missed the 'window' where the therapy could make a difference. Hand therapist tried to strike a balance between pain and gain, when she should have gone for the pain first, then the gain.
Don't expect miracles, folks...
Thank-you so much for everyones support over the past few months as I struggled to find out what was wrong with me knee! After having an ultrasound, 2 x-rays, MRI, and seeing a few different doctors I finally found Dr. Watson. He performed athroscopic knee surgery on me today and discovered that my knee cartilage had been damaged and was extremely loose. He told me that even the suction from the surgery could have pulled it out. I had the damaged part removed, and am well on my way to making a recovery. I should be able to start walking around a little in a few days, and once I am fully healed should be able to kneel and run once again! I am so happy that the problem is finally diagnosed after 4 months of unknowns.
The dogs are going to make recovery so much easier. Just having them there, cuddling with me and staying close.
My father went through his first surgery last year. He had a weak heart ( not going to details ) so he's chest had to be opened, and part of his heart had to be replaced. When he was in the hospital, my girlfriend and I wrote him a song: soundcloud.com/seksound/seks050-va-kohalik-ja-kohatu-4-le...
Minerva Jayne, civil servant by day/cabaret performer by night, was born with a boy's name and anatomy. Her cultural references, from Dolly Parton to Ancient Greece, are as impressive as her talent for doing hair or her cleavage. She finds beauty in the drive to create identity: “People who look just like they want to look are people who are true to themselves and truth is beautiful to me, even if I don't always understand it.” What is the intangible power of identity? Minerva Jayne asks: “If you start thinking about what you are, who you are, without the label and definitions created by man to categorize living organisms, but think about yourself in terms of an intangible, that you and only you can create, define, articulate...what would you come up with? Wouldn't it be much more fun to think of yourself as an entity? As a personal universe?”
Photograph and Text: Maria Aragon
Der Raum geradeaus muss laut meinen Plänen tatsächlich die Chirurgie gewesen sein. Leider sieht man davon nichts mehr, er ist praktisch leer. Eine besondere Aura umgibt diesen Ort aber trotzdem...
here is my incision, sorry if it grosses anyone out. anyone who wants to read more about my surgery and recovery can do so here, i'm journaling about it.
pre surgery.
i just had surgery on 10/12/10. currently in the midst of recovery. more photos will be uploaded :)
BUDAPEST, HUNGARY, 11 SEPTEMBER 2000 --- Doctor George Falus of Budapest's Professio Clinic shows Vitkor Frank how to wear his bra, after Frank had women's silicon breast implants put in the week before. Frank's wife Dora, at left, shows how she'd like her husband's new breasts to look. The 60-year-old retired engineer from Switzerland came to Budapest for his plastic surger because the cost was more than half that in his native land. Dora Frank, 29, is recovering from aesthetic plastic surgery on her nose done the same day as her husband's operation..
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(C) Photo Credit: Mark H. Milstein/ Northfoto.
Despite how ugly this may appear, my wife Sammy is recovering from her surgery on schedule and is doing surprisingly well. She still is dealing with pain and needs a lot of help, of course, which is why my Flickring has been a bit sketchy lately, but both she and I will be resuming our normal lives before long.
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Former surgery room that lost quite a bit of its former glory, yet still manages to look frickin' cool.
Part of the Beelitz Heilstätten set.
There are online rumors and even before and after pictures of Snooki Plastic Surgery, including the Snooki boob job, nose job and facelift but she hasn’t admitted any of these cosmetic enhancements. celebritiesplasticsurgery.net/snooki-plastic-surgery/
Monash University Clinical Teaching is organised so that medical students attend one of the Southern Clinical School (Monash Medical Centre, Clayton & Moorabbin, Dandenong Hospital or Frankston Hospital), the Central & Eastern Clinical School (Alfred, Box Hill, Cabrini or Maroondah) or the Rural Clinical School (Bendigo, Mildura, Traralgon, Bairnesdale or Sale). Integrated medical and surgical teaching is provided in Year 3 of the new curriculum.
My husband, who is my most important customer, asked me to make cookies for a friend of ours who's wife is having open heart surgery today. We are going to wrap each one up and have them in a basket for the nurses to snack on....it's always good to bribe the nurses! ( I just noticed my "needle and thread" kind of looks like a weird foot, btw!)
I remember a day not too long ago when our friends were having babies and boob jobs.........now they are having heart surgery and colonoscopies.....where has time gone?
(I saw the little heart stethoscope in some clipart, but noticed today that Songbird Sweets did a similar version beautifully.. www.flickr.com/photos/songbirdsweets/5829648892/)
Whenever there is a Live Demo in the operating room (as in they do the surgery in the operating room on the 3rd floor and the view is transferred to our Auditorium in the 8th Floor), the Director of the Hospital always wants me to take pictures of the Guest Doctor performing the surgery and straight away print the pictures to be given as presents.
This time, I'm using Canon 7D with the 18-135mm kit lens the hospital just bought. Usually I used Sony point and shot.
Pretty hard to take pictures with doctors body blocking the view. I only got the light from the Surgical Lamp pointing from above and the room light.
In this image, I tweaked the White Balance using in between 7900K - 10, 000K, just to try out what it'd look like.
The kit lens performed quite well to reach the object.
Comments are welcome.
If for some reason something goes wrong today. This is who and how I wish to be remembered. Hair flying in the wind, doing what I loved, Free and happy, loving life......
Simple to the end. Fearing not what approaches. But savoring the chance at exploration.
I repaired my b0rked camera. The lens mechanism was stuck so I followed some online pics... then took this pic in a (dirty) mirror.
Is it cruel and unusual punishment to skin something, conduct surgery and then make it take a picture of itself?
This is after I had it (mostly) reassembled it so I could test that all was good... difficult to change the settings when the buttons are built into the shell..
Well, I'm home, on the couch, and drugged up. Here's the story of the day (warning, long).
My mom drove me to the ambulatory surgery center for my 11:10am scheduled surgery. We had to be there 2 hours before, so that meant leaving my parents' house (where I'm recuperating) around 7:30, just to allow enough time with rush hour traffic. We got there a few minutes early, so I got all checked in and then got to sit and wait for the pre-op nurse to come get me. The hospital had built this surgery center building in the time since my last surgery - very swanky, very comfortable, at least as much as this can be for the patients waiting. I went back to pre-op at around 9:50am or so. We did the standard weigh-in/BP/pulse/oxygen checks, all the questions were asked and answered, and then I got to change into the lovely gown (of which I got a choice, however!). She was very enthusiastic about both my OS, Dr. F. (said he's always happy and probably the easiest to work with in the OR, even with his extensive resume) and my anesthesiologist, Dr. M (said he was very mellow, calming, and the best in the hospital). The OS has also been concerned about all of the swelling I've been experiencing, so he ordered the lovely TED compression hose - thigh-high on my right leg, and a knee-high one for my left leg, post-surgery. At this point, it became a waiting game - I was probably changed and "relaxing" on the gurney by 10:10am, so even if we were on time, it was going to be another hour. My mom decided I was doing OK, so she asked if it was alright to leave and go get some coffee and walk across the street to see my aunt (also a doctor, whose office is close by). Each of the pre-op areas had an HDTV, so I had The Price Is Right to keep me entertained until 11. I still didn't have an IV, hadn't seen my OS, etc. 11am came and went, and still no progression - I turned to CNN and got to watch coverage of the horrible storms in the midwest (another reason I love California). Finally, around 11:45am, I saw my OS. What is it about doctors and liking to poke the areas that they know hurt? I think it's a job requirement. He checked to make sure I had the "Yes" mark on my surgery knee, checked that the TED hose were either on or with me, reviewed what he thought he was going to do, and then said as soon as the room was turned over, we'd get started. I also asked him if I could get a copy of the video, since I have videos of the other two surgeries - he laughed at that but said sure. He left, and I met his fellow, who reviewed most of the same stuff. I then met the OR nurse, and shortly after that finally met the anesthesiologist.
Dr. M quickly became my best friend. After waiting around for so long, I was a bit edgy. He did all the standard checks, and then went to get my IV started. True to the pre-op nurse's word, he was very mellow, and put me quickly at ease. I hardly felt the IV go in (I did, but it wasn't that bad at all), and then he went to check if the OR was ready. I'm assuming it was, because when he came back a couple of minutes later, he gave me something in the IV, and I got nice and relaxed. I still held a conversation with him during the ride to the OR (about USC football, of course!), and I remember everything we talked about, but I just didn't care about anything else at that point. In the OR, I moved over to the table, and the OR nurse came over with blankets from what I've termed the "blanket toaster" to cover me up and keep me warm. All of the monitors got put on - this is weird, because I distinctly remember Dr. M putting the pulse monitor on my ring finger and saying he was doing so because he didn't want me to scratch my eye when I woke up, but when I woke up, it was on my middle finger... - and then Dr. M asked me to hold the oxygen mask for a minute. That's all she wrote, folks. I don't remember anything after that.
The first thing I remember is the post-op nurses trying to figure out what they'd done for my surgery because they couldn't read the writing on the paperwork. I drifted back to sleep after hearing that, but then woke up again a while later, freezing cold and shaking and in major pain. The nurse asked me if I was cold and I think I nodded and then said that it hurt (7 or 8 out of 10), so she went to get more blankets from the blanket toaster and the pain meds. She wrapped the blankets around my head and tucked them up under my chin (I had an oxygen mask on), and then gave me something that relaxed me and stopped the shaking and pain, at least for a while. I slept again, but woke up when she shook me and told me to take a few deep breaths. I finally woke up a little more, and realized that it was really hurting again, so she gave me another injection and switched the mask out for the nasal tube oxygen. I became a little more conversant, and was able to ask her how long surgery had taken, and she said it looked like it had been 90 minutes (12-1:30pm). That surprised me, because at checkin, the nurses had said that Dr. F had reserved the OR for 40 minutes, so he obviously found more work to do in there than he'd expected. I also found out that it was about 3:15pm, so I'd been out of it for a while. She gave me a vicodin at that point, saying that it would last longer than the injections. We started taking off monitors and getting me ready to dress and head home. I quickly remembered the post-surgery pain when the nurses put my leg down on the ground so I could stand up with the crutches - holy cow. Either the vicodin hadn't kicked in all the way or this was going to be worse than the last two surgeries. After getting dressed and into the checkout area, I ended up needing another vicodin, as it was going to be a long ride home in traffic, with rush hour starting around here at about 4pm - we left the hospital at 4:30. Ended up getting home sometime around 6pm, and I was pretty much worthless the rest of the day/evening. The only things I really remember were asking for more ice in the ice machine and water to take my drugs. I decided this one definitely was worse on the pain scale than the other two ops.
This picture is taken with me on the couch, my leg elevated on the arm with pillows.
Oh yeah, the nurse who wheeled me to the car noticed the USC stickers on the car and my shirt and asked if it was my favorite team. When I told her I went to school there, she said "No way" and that her nephew had played football there. I asked who her nephew was, as I have season tickets, and she said "he plays for the Pittsburgh Steelers now, #43, Troy Polumalu." Holy cow! He's one of my favorite current or former Trojans! Yay Troy! At least I remember that discussion in my drug-induced haziness...
49/365 I've been using a lot this "desperate for help" expression. It's really intriguing and I think I'm gonna use it a little bit more. This time with the surgery theme.
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Surgery went well. They pulled the piece and 6 screws out and we now hope my arm and hand will be better and I dont have to cope with cronic late bored skin inflammation.
Dr K's morning surgeries are complete and the patients are resting comfortably in the Recovery Room. Some of these dog toys have survived multiple "surgeries". Some don't make it. I keep a good supply of extra replacement stuffing and squeakers in my sewing box. The black Bat lasted about 15 minutes post surgery and had to go back to the "ER" for emergency stitches. He should again make a complete recovery. He is a good quality toy from BarkBox.