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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.
BUDAPEST, HUNGARY, 07 AUGUST 2000 --- Dora Frank takes a moment to cry after her plastic surgery at Budapest's Professio Clinic. Her husband, Viktor, at rear left, watches a nurse make her hair while he recovers from his surgery. The 29-year-old Hungarian born woman had come to have her nose reduced and re-shaped, while her 60-year-old Swiss engineer husband had silicon breast implants. Many West Europeans now come to Hungary for plastic surgery because such proceedures are many times less expensive than in Western Europe. .
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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.
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.
Nail passing into place. It has passed through the proximal and entered the distal fragment. Nail is visible at fracture site, just shown above retractor. Selected by Kathleen.
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.
BUDAPEST, HUNGARY, 07 AUGUST 2000 --- Her husband Viktor asleep in the next bed, Dora Frank examines her new nose at Budapest' Professio Clinic. The 29-year-old Hungarian born woman had come to have her nose reduced and re-shaped, while her 60-year-old Swiss engineer husband had silicon breast implants. Many West Europeans now come to Hungary for plastic surgery because such proceedures are many times less expensive than in Western Europe. .
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(C) Photo Credit: Mark H. Milstein/ Northfoto
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.
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.
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.
Dr. Jeffrey Spiegel before and after photo of a facial feminization surgery patient. www.drspiegel.com/ffs-surgery-photos/
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.
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A pastel painting 21"x 27" that I did years ago for a Johnson & Johnson ad, for a medical magazine of a cover for a surgery table. I did three other versions that were bought by the advertising agency that hired me for this job.
this might be a little gross and descriptive and very long so read at your own will : )
bottom line ingrown toe-nails are a bitch! i woke up the other morning and my toe was killinggg me. now, my toe nails naturally sorta just grow down off to the side, so they look like they're ingrown all the time but they're really not. but this time it hurt really bad, so i figured it was an actual ingrown toenail.
so me and my mom go to the doctor and she's like no problem we can take care of it. next thing i know i get this huge sharp long ass needle shoved into my toe, TWICE! hurt like a mother. (you can even see blood dripping down in the pic haha ewww)
so after the shots my toe got as big as a balloon! it was crazy, not to mention disgusting.
i didn't watch the actual procedure and i couldn't feel t but i could definitely HEAR it, and that was enough for me.
on a good note though, the doctor wrote me a note so i'm allowed to wear flip flops all this week.
WHOO HOO! :D
OH!~ i almost forgot.
so at school today people asked what happened and i didn't really wanna be like oh i had an ingrown toe nail to everyone and totally gross 'em out but i told melissa, katelyn, nichole, and stevie (my best friends i'm always with) cause idc what they think haha, and melissa goes "you should just tell everyone you got bit by a duck, i bet they'd believe you"
so last hour kristin asked me what happened
me : oh, i got bit by a duck
*stevie eyeballs me, and i eyeball her to tell her to play along*
kristin: omg really?!
stevie : yeah, it was really disgusting
kristin : where were you?
me : at a lake, duh. that's where ducks are
stevie : yeah she was trying to feed it
me : yep, i was just tryin to feed the duck and it just decided to chomp down on the wrong thing *making chomping motions*
then the whole class joins in and everyone's like omgg melanie you got bit by a duck?!? an by now me and stevie are about tofall out of our seats from laughing because everyone believes us and we're just nodding our heads still going with it.
allllll that to say, my whole class thinks a "godzilla giant" duck bit my toe
haha good times<333
currently listening: seasons of love - rent soundtrack
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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...
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..
Lucy undergoes open heart surgery number two tomorrow. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
I received a call at work about 11:30am on Monday telling me that my younger son was involved in a car accident and to go to the hospital. He was driving and was t-boned on the driver's side. Except for bruises, the passenger was fine as well as the man who was driving the truck. My son had a hematoma in his brain, a lacerated spleen, five broken ribs, a broken jaw, multiple facial fractures, a small pneumothorax, and two broken collarbones, one of them severely displaced.
Fortunately, we saw improvement in the two most threatening things, the hematoma in his brain and the lacerated spleen. By Wednesday night he was moved out of the ICU to a regular room. Thursday he had two surgeries, one for his broken jaw, which was realigned and wired. And the other for the one broken collarbone that was severely displaced.
The surgeries went well and he feels, and so do we, that he's on the road to recovery. As of Thursday night, we were waiting to hear from the doctors when he might be released
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BUDAPEST, HUNGARY, 07 AUGUST 2000 --- Her husband Viktor asleep in the next bed, Dora Frank holds a mirror to her face and examines her new nose at Budapest' Professio Clinic. The 29-year-old Hungarian born woman had come to have her nose reduced and re-shaped, while her 60-year-old Swiss engineer husband had silicon breast implants. Many West Europeans now come to Hungary for plastic surgery because such proceedures are many times less expensive than in Western Europe. .
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(C) Photo Credit: Mark H. Milstein/ Northfoto