Showing posts with label nurse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nurse. Show all posts

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Oh No, They Have to Remove These Staples!

I don't know how I could have missed this. How could I forget?

I woke up this morning and realized that, at some point, the 4 million staples in my ankle and foot have to be taken out. What's worse, I don't think I'll be under general anesthesia at any point in the near future.

They'll be removed while I'm awake!


Actually, something like what you see below was probably used in both of my surgeries, not Milton's red stapler as seen above. But that doesn't matter. Staples are serious and deadly. It's a proven fact. Google it.

The last time I had incision staples removed, I was under general anesthesia. It was March 1st and it was awesome. I didn't feel anything, and, I didn't die.

Since I'll be awake next time, there's a chance that a.) I'll feel something awful and b.) I'll die. Think I'm over exaggerating? Let me remind you of what my foot and ankle looks like.

I have 16 staples on the top of my zombie foot. I have 3 staples on the left side and 2 on the right side. The 2 on the right are barely containing the skin necrosis explosion in place. One wrong move and that stuff could spread to my face.

That's a total of 21 staples that have to be removed. While I'm awake with the ability to feel pain and hear metal tearing skin.

Meet my enemy, the skin staple remover.

As you can see, he's been specifically designed to kill the patient while the staples are removed from the skin. I'm not making this up! Look at that picture.

My next doctor's appointment is on Tuesday, March 23rd. There's a chance I might be killed during this visit. In fact, there are 21 opportunities due to each staple embedded in my corpse foot.

Dang it! Brooke just did a walk by and look over of what I'm writing. It's one of her classic moves. She says, "you're an idiot." I think she's referring to me. She also says, "most patients feel relieved when skin staples are removed."

Being married to a nurse has yet again been proven to be a good move on my part.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

My Wife

For friends of mine that don't like sappy stuff, skip down below to see the gore.

We used to always joke how I could safely run around the house with scissors since my wife is a nurse. If I ever needed to be fixed, she'd be there.

Well, it's finally happened. I need to be fixed and she's there to do it. I can't tell you how much my wife has helped me through this entire ordeal. She's been keeping intricate logs of all of my medications, giving me my blood clot shots, and constantly monitoring my pain level. She translates the doctor lingo for me and has not once left my side since the day of the accident.

She's amazing and I'm a lucky man for marrying her. I love my wife! And she loves my glorious mustache!