And no, it’s not a Voyageur hitch-hiking . . .
three guesses
15 Tuesday May 2007
Posted in health & happiness, home, rants
15 Tuesday May 2007
Posted in health & happiness, home, rants
And no, it’s not a Voyageur hitch-hiking . . .
casa azahar 
Well I was already given a big hint. Oh Az! I’m so sorry, that sounds and looks ridiculously painful. It makes my hand twitch just imagining it. I’m so sorry! Next time make Nog arrange the furniture.
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What did you do?!? That looks very painful, and I hope you have some lovely pain-killers around.
Yikes! So, what happened, hon?
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Umm, you were underneath something you’re not supposed to be underneath..?
The gorey details, please.
Pain killers and pampering recomended.
*hugs*
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Until I noticed the thumb, I thought it was a large cod roe.
It looks v painful and alarming.
*waits for gory details, having an indecent fascination for all things surgical
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The fish-net effect is interesting, and the red stripe is quite stylish, but I suppose that’s not much of a consolation.
And now I shall wait for gory details too.
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It looks a lot like my hand looked after my carpal tunnel op.
I had the op under local anaesthetic. Before the surgeon started, I asked if he wouldn’t mind talking me through what he was doing, because I was quite interested. He interpreted this to mean he should keep holding up my hand to show me. So I say the incision, the incision held open by retractors…and best of all, he stuck in a wee prope to point out the tendons and nerves.
I do wish I’d taken a mirror along when I had my vasectomy…
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Yes, it is hideously painful. And yes Arnie, you can be damn sure that Nog will be ‘arranging the furniture’ in future.
I’ll write all the gory details soon, which is going to take awhile one-handed, But first … coffee! (the tv delivery guy interrupted a rather nice lie-in)
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I see no one got the Voyageur joke … quite possibly because it wasn’t all that funny, but oh well – I found it rather amusing at 2am…
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When J had his vasectomy, he got into a discussion with the surgeon about how they managed to ‘do’ four patients an hour at the clinic.
“Bit of a production line, then” says J.
“Well, we prefer to think of it more as being a non-production line” says the surgeon, brandishing aloft several centimetres of vas in his forceps.
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You were brave to look at your finger’s innards, az. I’d be fascinated by anybody else’s – but wouldn’t enjoy seeing my own.
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Ha! ‘Non-production line’. 😀
Nog says he’d have an easier time looking at his own ‘innards’ rather than anyone else’s, but I’m with you.
I remember once going to a clinic that specialised in varicose veins – although just in my 20’s I had a couple of rather ugly ones pop up just above my left knee. And while the doctor was just explaining blood flow and the difference between interior and exterior veins I suddenly went white as a sheet and had to throw up in the nearest basin.
But I’ve never been squeamish about other people’s blood.
So I was surprised when the surgeon showed me my two dangly bits of tendon (looking a bit like spaghetti in bony bolognese) that he was about to sew back together and I just said – ‘yeah, interesting’. I think I was too tired to care anymore at that point. Mindless hours spent in emergency waiting rooms will do that to a person, I guess.
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I had my ball-job done by a very nice, Indira Gandhi-trained Dr. Because he had an especially thorough technique, involving removal of a section of the vas deferens rather than just cutting, all sorts of students flocked in to watch. He had some trouble locating the right bit – it seemed to take quite a lot of strenuous pulling – and he asked me if I’d done a lot of cycling. Afterwards I asked him when I’d get my free radio.
Then, a couple of weeks later, I got a bit of swelling around the stitches on one side. I went back to the ‘Sexual Health Centre’ to get it checked out. The woman who examined me said it wasn’t serious, “But I’m afraid it will probably leave a scar.”
“Never mind,” I said, “It wasn’t my most attractive feature in the first place.”
It’s a shame it’s been pishing doon the last couple of days, btw. Still – there was a good atmosphere in the City Centre yesterday. Lots of Scottish kids oainted up in team colours. I was in for my first session of Children’s Panel training.
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Another possible look-away-moment coming up…..
Dr David Delvin, who used to write on medical matters in the She magazine about 20 years ago, wrote a fairly detailed account of his vasectomy which I still remember for the following picture it conjures.
He was unlucky to get rather a lot of swelling in the area and, in order to visit the bathroom, had to crawl slowly down the hall with his wife behind him, supporting the swollen bits with a tennis racquet 😯
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That certainly does conjure up a picture, Teuchter. Oh, the poor guy – not to mention his poor wife! 😀
So you don’t show off your scar much then, Ed?
After having a recent up-close-and-personal look at my ‘inner self’ I don’t think much can make me squeamish any more.
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Teucher, that mental image with the tennis racket made me laugh so hard — which I badly needed!
I’ve been sick as a dog for 4 days now, with a bad cold! It even got me tossed out of the jobs center this afternoon! So embarrassing. BUT, at least I haven’t been wrangling with any of my IKEA stuff. 😉
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*giggles*
… but you’d be amazed what some less experienced surgeons think is the vas deferens… Luckily the practice at the public hospitals is to send the specimen to us for diagnosis, so we can tell what they’ve got out.
I’ve never seen the same surgeon do the same mistake twice though.
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“So you don’t show off your scar much then, Ed?!
I can send you a picture if you want.
When my friend and former boss (the guy that appeared on Kilroy talking about sex and sexual satisfaction) had his done, he phoned the next day and asked me to pass a message to his (female) boss:
“I can’t come in today because my balls are like two hairy aubergines.”
Myself, I didn’t notice a vas deferens…
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*groan!*
🙂
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Yikes!
How are you now?
Nog, give her a big Canadian bear hug from me but be more careful than I would be (visions of crushing your hand while hugging). Ouch!
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I was feeling a bit better but today my finger started to hurt and my hand is throbbing. It could be from trying to do too much.
I’ve discovered that I can actually cook quite well mostly one-handed. I use my left thumb a lot and sometimes my elbow, but there are still a few thing that Nog has to do for me, like peel garlic cloves and onions. Holding a fork between thumb and plaster-covered palm (to help with cutting up some chicken) might have caused some strain on the fingers somehow. So I’m thinking of taping a small tapa fork to my left thumb to give it more ‘grip’. 🙂
Bear hug was passed on, thanks. *smooch*
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