Tuesday, May 30, 2006
not that i am whinging
guess what? i am 13 days out of surgery.... alright, day three off the pain killers has started off pretty good. although the spot on my inside, next to the aorta and left kidney where the surgeons did all the cutting, has started to become irritated again. other than the incision, that is the area of the most trauma. so i am not surprised for it to hurt. not only did the surgeons remove the infected lymph nodes (13 in all, i read the biopsy report) but they also scraped off the top of the kidney, as the tumor was glued, stuck-on, attached, to the kidney itself. i am thinking it will grow back, or it may be wishful thought. who cares? i do sort of, but as long as the pain goes away, i know i can function fine on one kidney, although the left one is still working.
on the positive side of things, i am still popping lots of pills- my chinese pills. these ones are designed for healing and nutrition for my body. as opposed to the western medicine which kills the pain and makes one constipated. a funny observation is that the western hospital pills tend to be more white and clinical, and the chinese, eastern medicine, is more colorful. the chinese pills have no unwanted side effects.
so i have been spending the days at home either in bed or on the couch or walking in between. pretty exciting stuff, but it is way better than sitting idly in a hospital bed self injecting on morphine. my stay there was a complete fucking nightmare. i can't believe it was for 7 days. the time dragged on but really it did pass quickly. while in hospital i kept thinking, really, there is no place like home. there is no place like home. there is no place like home. i clicked my fuzzy brown slippers together three times and was out of there, and ended up back in dee why.
on the positive side of things, i am still popping lots of pills- my chinese pills. these ones are designed for healing and nutrition for my body. as opposed to the western medicine which kills the pain and makes one constipated. a funny observation is that the western hospital pills tend to be more white and clinical, and the chinese, eastern medicine, is more colorful. the chinese pills have no unwanted side effects.
so i have been spending the days at home either in bed or on the couch or walking in between. pretty exciting stuff, but it is way better than sitting idly in a hospital bed self injecting on morphine. my stay there was a complete fucking nightmare. i can't believe it was for 7 days. the time dragged on but really it did pass quickly. while in hospital i kept thinking, really, there is no place like home. there is no place like home. there is no place like home. i clicked my fuzzy brown slippers together three times and was out of there, and ended up back in dee why.
