My bruise is turning red and creeping up. Ugly, ugly, ugly...
I went to the GP's office and she was closed. Unfortunately, she doesn't work till tomorrow afternoon and it's by apointment only. Great. What if she's booked? Ugh. I even brought my flu vaccine (in France, you have to get your vaccines yourself at the pharmacy, I can explain more...)
I could call Medecins SOS. Anyone who has seen Micheal Moore's Sicko will know what that is. House calls! They still do them here, but it's a service and you get whatever doctor. I did it once with my H1N1 adventure in '09. But I was not into that idea. Explain it all again to yet-another medical person...
So I called Dr. Gottenburg. I told the secretary that I tried going to the GP. He was "in consultation". Fine. So I get to play this game, just like with all the other doctors that's like a lottery. You keep calling and hope to catch them not "in consultation". Kind of like one of those boardwalk games...
Second time lucky. I'm outside the school, calling from the car with girlfriends walking by and wanting to talk and having to lip "It's the doctor", like it's so easy to lip read foreign lips...
Okay, I start off by saying "This is my first surgery and I don't know what to expect!" He jumps in with "...and I hope it's your last". Well, what if I want a tummy tuck?? No, I kept myself from saying that OR "What if you didn't get the margins and I'm going back in in two weeks".
I resisted both!
I then described the mounting red bruise. "I don't like that" he said. I don't like when doctors say that, I thought. Fever. Did you take your temperature? No. I felt yukky but not feverish. Fever is key? Yes, basically, if my temperature is normal, I'm okay. He could see me 5pm tomorrow. Nice clash with Talia's gymnastics... No, I'll try to see my GP. I'll make the attempt. I'll come if I can't, how's that?
I did say that I know that post op pain is normal and I'm not terribly suffering but he didn't insert a drain and I'm not sure if I'm "evaluating" my pain right. I told him that I know he was doing pas mal des choses in there (basically, enough digging around getting two tumors and the lymph nodes out). He chuckled.
I just can't sleep on my left side. I can deal with the pain as long as I'm not afraid that there is something more seriously wrong. But I'll use any fever as a gage, especially since I'm coming to see him Wednesday morning anyway.
Last night, in the middle of the night, I actually dug out the sports bra I had worn during the day and put it on. It really helped! Hope it's not squishing me too much.
I went to the GP's office and she was closed. Unfortunately, she doesn't work till tomorrow afternoon and it's by apointment only. Great. What if she's booked? Ugh. I even brought my flu vaccine (in France, you have to get your vaccines yourself at the pharmacy, I can explain more...)
I could call Medecins SOS. Anyone who has seen Micheal Moore's Sicko will know what that is. House calls! They still do them here, but it's a service and you get whatever doctor. I did it once with my H1N1 adventure in '09. But I was not into that idea. Explain it all again to yet-another medical person...
So I called Dr. Gottenburg. I told the secretary that I tried going to the GP. He was "in consultation". Fine. So I get to play this game, just like with all the other doctors that's like a lottery. You keep calling and hope to catch them not "in consultation". Kind of like one of those boardwalk games...
Second time lucky. I'm outside the school, calling from the car with girlfriends walking by and wanting to talk and having to lip "It's the doctor", like it's so easy to lip read foreign lips...
Okay, I start off by saying "This is my first surgery and I don't know what to expect!" He jumps in with "...and I hope it's your last". Well, what if I want a tummy tuck?? No, I kept myself from saying that OR "What if you didn't get the margins and I'm going back in in two weeks".
I resisted both!
I then described the mounting red bruise. "I don't like that" he said. I don't like when doctors say that, I thought. Fever. Did you take your temperature? No. I felt yukky but not feverish. Fever is key? Yes, basically, if my temperature is normal, I'm okay. He could see me 5pm tomorrow. Nice clash with Talia's gymnastics... No, I'll try to see my GP. I'll make the attempt. I'll come if I can't, how's that?
I did say that I know that post op pain is normal and I'm not terribly suffering but he didn't insert a drain and I'm not sure if I'm "evaluating" my pain right. I told him that I know he was doing pas mal des choses in there (basically, enough digging around getting two tumors and the lymph nodes out). He chuckled.
I just can't sleep on my left side. I can deal with the pain as long as I'm not afraid that there is something more seriously wrong. But I'll use any fever as a gage, especially since I'm coming to see him Wednesday morning anyway.
Last night, in the middle of the night, I actually dug out the sports bra I had worn during the day and put it on. It really helped! Hope it's not squishing me too much.
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