Tuesday, April 18, 2006

It's What's Inside that Matters

I just received an email from The Left Coast about some surgery she had on her hip. She was fortunate enough to avoid a catheter, and lucky enough to have a doctor who showed her a picture of all the shredded cartilage and torn ligaments that they removed. I love that kind of stuff.

When I had my breast reduction surgery in 1998, I was very disappointed that I would not be awake to witness the surgery. Although not long after that, MTV had a special about plastic surgery that featured a breast reduction procedure. The show happened to be on TV while I was in the gym, and I nearly vomited when the surgeons started pulling gooey fat out of someone’s boob.

A few years ago, I had to have a colonoscopy to determine why I had barely shit over the previous 12 months. I was excited to be awake enough that I could watch the procedure on the screen. Nothing is cooler than seeing your own guts. My GI gave me a color print out with several pictures of my healthy colon, which I proudly showed off to as many people as possible. (I only wish I still had the pics. I'd scan them in and post them up. Alas, I foolishly tossed them after people repeatedly avoided me for fear of being forced to look at pictures of my colon.)

Several months after the successful colonoscopy, I was crushed when I was knocked out completely just as a tube was being shoved down my throat for an endoscopy. That GI didn’t give me a picture, either, so that totally sucked. What fun is an unpleasant medical procedure if you don't get to see inside yourself?

4 comments:

  1. you know the long endosopy tube thing? i had it shoved up my nostril and down my throat by not one, but two doctors. fucking bleeding tonsils.

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  2. I'd hate to see what my insides look like. I'm only 20, and I can already bet my liver's shot.

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  3. Suzanne,
    I had a catheter which entered my thigh area and up my torso and installed stents in my heart, and I got to see it all on the monitor live. Well, I guess it was better than seeing it dead.
    When my mother had her gall bladder removed they gave her the video cassett of it. We have no idea where it is now, my sisters probably taped over it.

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  4. I think it was better that I didn't know what was going on in the breast reduction -- afterwards my doctor was telling me how I'd have to wear sunscreen on my upper decolletage, like up to the neck, and I asked why. He told me it would be sensitive because they'd had to separate all that skin from the tissue beneath. AND, I was sort of hoping to keep my nipples mainly attatched, but apparently those puppies were removed and replaced. [Shudder.]

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