Friday, May 30, 2008

Not the best day, not the worst

Good Afternoon. It is a beautiful sunny day in Eugene, at last! Of course, we spent four hours of it driving to Portland and back for the doctor adventure.

Down ten pounds. Good. Shoulder problem. Bad. I am apparently one of the lucky 15% who end up with a trapezius muscle nerve that decides to go on vacation for a few MONTHS after this surgery. All the other muscles in my right shoulder are working over time to compensate, and consequently are very sore. It is difficult for me to touch the top of my head with my right hand. Fun.

My neck is still infected. It was sealed and puffy. A 50 cc needle and syringe made short work of that. They drained it and bandaged it. It have a nice neat puncture right in the center of my throat. It looks like I was attacked by a one fanged vampire. They didn't even bring beer.

So this means seven more days of massive doses of antibiotics. Great for your stomach. I go back to the doctor on June 9th. I see two different oncologists next week, along with the oral surgeon and the dentist. They will be making flouride trays to protect my teeth during radiation.

After much contemplation and some input, I have decided that my neck looks like I tried to slit my throat and botched it. There is the visual for you.

I guess this means back to the shower for me. How clean can I be?

For those of you who wonder, yes, I do have melt downs. I had one today. I keep coming back to whatever is better than the alternative, but occasionally the hurting gets the better of me. I am not superhuman. Sorry to disappoint you.

Love,
Kiara

PS-- If you want to hear the lisp, words that start with hard K sound (which is both ironic and cruel) and any vs combination (division) or anything with an x. Fun.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Attack of the One-Fanged Vampire

I wonder if they have dentures for vampires that lose their teeth in, um, hunting accidents? Or would they need prosthetics instead? It'd be a mighty awful thing to be a toothless vampire. Snaggle-toothed would also be bad, but you'd have a shot at least.

This is apropos of nothing. I suppose I could show my solidarity with you by showering multiple times per day and drawing a ragged couldn't-do-it-right line on my own neck, but I'm at a loss for how to hang in there with the pus and puffing.

It is rotten, Kiara, and you are valiant and strong, even in the meltdown times.

Jana Pace said...

Okay, so I shouldn't complain that I have to carry my 20lb 6month old around only on one side (the right) cuz it hurts me...you've got a better reason to complain. As for your scars, I've been learning how to use Photoshop & any pictures u want to submit to the modeling agency, I can FIX them for you!
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