My biopsy site the night before I get my stitches out. It looks like a teeny tiny little cut. Petite, innocuous, and well, pretty no big deal. Right? It looks like nothing.This pisses me off.
Almost a week ago I laid there on the doctors table, a much larger cut splayed open with a surgical device while the doctor sawed away at my *dense breast tissue* while trying to keep the bleeding at bay from the cut vein mid-surgery. The blood poured down my side and pooled underneath me.
Did I mention that I was awake?
It was supposed to be a no big deal surgery, though it traumatized me. It made the surgeon call me FROM HOME that night to apologize for it being so difficult. She told me that she has seen less blood loss on the operating table.
When I got home I needed Vicoden for the pain. I could not take Motrin/Advil because the surgeon was worried about more bleeding. Pressure bandage. Ice packs. Serious pain. Vicoden needing pain.
Yet, there is this tiny eensy weensy scar making me feel like I was overreacting. Damn thing.
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