Thursday, December 16, 2010
Does anyone know...
How to get this big gray box off the screen? I configured the design and removed every box I could find. This last remaining one never showed up on the options.
I Paid Someone to Hurt Me
OR: They Came At Me With Knives
Two weeks ago I had surgery to remove a lump in my lower left leg. It had been causing me pain on and off since I was in 10th grade. Actually, I didn't even know it was a lump until it grew big enough to detect while I was pregnant with John.
When I was pregnant with Liam, it grew more and the pain was unbearable, until I finally discovered I could relieve it by wearing the tightest possible compression stockings available to mankind. But I had to wear them ALL the time that I wasn't laying down, so in the shower, in the pool, during labor....
I decided that I wasn't going to repeat that. Besides, if I let that thing grow any bigger, I probably couldn't even control the pain with compression stockings. So out it came.
I'd always thought it was a fatty blob, because that's what one doctor said. My surgeon here did not believe so (I don't know why). Anyway, he was right. I went to my post-op appointment yesterday to have my stitches removed, and he said, "I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before," (My uncanny knack to baffle doctors continues), "Now where's that Path [pathology] report?" After procuring the pathology report from the hospital, we both learned that it was a tumor! A benign tumor, not a malignant one. I don't know what distinguishes a tumor from a polyp or a cyst or what-have-you. This one was only 0.5 cm x 0.5 cm x 0.6 cm and managed to do a lot to me.
I'm not going to post a picture of how pretty it looks now. Jeremy gets queasy just thinking about it. I was just about to have Jeremy take a picture of me in my surgery get-up, complete with hair net, when the surgeon came in to draw on my leg with his ball-point pen. So I have no pictures of my own. But perhaps you'll enjoy these:
Two weeks ago I had surgery to remove a lump in my lower left leg. It had been causing me pain on and off since I was in 10th grade. Actually, I didn't even know it was a lump until it grew big enough to detect while I was pregnant with John.
When I was pregnant with Liam, it grew more and the pain was unbearable, until I finally discovered I could relieve it by wearing the tightest possible compression stockings available to mankind. But I had to wear them ALL the time that I wasn't laying down, so in the shower, in the pool, during labor....
I decided that I wasn't going to repeat that. Besides, if I let that thing grow any bigger, I probably couldn't even control the pain with compression stockings. So out it came.
I'd always thought it was a fatty blob, because that's what one doctor said. My surgeon here did not believe so (I don't know why). Anyway, he was right. I went to my post-op appointment yesterday to have my stitches removed, and he said, "I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before," (My uncanny knack to baffle doctors continues), "Now where's that Path [pathology] report?" After procuring the pathology report from the hospital, we both learned that it was a tumor! A benign tumor, not a malignant one. I don't know what distinguishes a tumor from a polyp or a cyst or what-have-you. This one was only 0.5 cm x 0.5 cm x 0.6 cm and managed to do a lot to me.
I'm not going to post a picture of how pretty it looks now. Jeremy gets queasy just thinking about it. I was just about to have Jeremy take a picture of me in my surgery get-up, complete with hair net, when the surgeon came in to draw on my leg with his ball-point pen. So I have no pictures of my own. But perhaps you'll enjoy these:
This one required permission for use, so I'll link you to the guy's website:
Sunday, December 5, 2010
BYU is Back!
BYU plays in the New Mexico Bowl here in Albuquerque
in two weeks.
Jeremy and John are going.
in two weeks.
Jeremy and John are going.
I'm not, because I don't really care about football.
Plus, it's during nap time.
Plus, it's during nap time.
But if you care, and want to come, I would welcome you.
Because I do care about my friends.
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