A Polilonidal Cyst: A Short Story

My mom scheduled for it to be in 2 weeks. the day comes and i am nervous, i don't know why because i know what they do, i just was. They put my IV in and put medicine in my system to make me loopy. They wheel me back to the operating room, lay me on a table and put a mask on me. the anaistgyolygest say “ count down from 10 buddy” i say “10, 9, 8-” i am out cold. about 13 hours past, its 8 o'clock, the thing i remember most is how my throat was drier than the dessert. my nurse asks “how you feel buddy?” i reply “it hurts” she told me she would take care of that, i'm not being facetious when i say this, but she turns me on my side and puts a shot in my butt. i rest for another hour then they wheel me out to the car and take me home. getting upstairs was the hardest part,

The surgery. The day of the surgery I had many panic, and anxiety attacks on the way there. I will never forget the feeling I had in the waiting room. When I was getting ready for the surgery I got so sick. I was so nervous. They had to give me something to calm me down. The used to calm me down started wearing off as I was being taken to the operating room...my luck. The surgery was supposed to take 20-30 mins. For me, the surgery took 5-6 hours.

Blood pouring out of my cut off pinky on the unfinished basement floor creating stains of blood. Red spreading like food coloring diffusing in water. The pain was unbelievable, and one glance at it almost made me pass out. Nobody to witness what just happened.

Both surgeries were excruciating; however, I listened to praise music and endured. There were some complications. One of which was I had a bad allergic reaction to a medication given to me by the second anesthetist. Miranda was the one who figured out which medication it was and helped me. Honestly, I have little memory of the two weeks I spent in Maryland and prefer to not dwell on them. My daughter Miranda carried me through the storm. She fought with faith at every turn and refused to let me go. Kevin, my parents, Mary, and Alan were there as well. Love surrounded me. Once, I was home I thought the worst was over. But, I was wrong. Night after night I woke up screaming for help in pain and found it very difficult to eat anything. I could swallow frozen ice drinks, but that was about it. I thought it was from the pain of the incision in the front of my neck and would simply heal with time; however, I was

Country singer named CarelleMowatt noticed something strange on her leg. That strange thing was a blister and she first did not think that it could be something serious so she ignored it. But as days were passing by, the blister was growing. After it burst, the country singer became more concerned because that revealed a wound underneath and she needed to visit a doctor.

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The surgery I had was a pretty major surgery some could say, four though six hours and it's compared as open heart surgery. It wasn't the surgical pain though that caused me to stay there longer then i was supposed to no, it was some kind of nerve pain that even the doctors and nurses had know idea what to do. My case was so uncommon they sent me into ICU after fives days of being in pain two hours three times a day. Not knowing what to do the nurses would just shoot me up with a bunch of drugs just to calm down the pain and all I could do was watch as this was all happening while gasping for air.

neck and armpits, which oozed pus and bled when opened. From the parts of the body this

Your doctor will probably save surgery as a last resort treatment when nothing else works. He or she may have

I had told my dad that the pain was bothering me in my hip area but it was mainly my nerves. My father had set an appointment for a checkup to see what was the problem. Therefore, I went to St. Francis to see my doctor. The doctor couldn’t find any result. The nurses from St. Francis sent me to Tallgrass to get an MRI. My results showed that I had a cyst in my groin area. The cysts were causing my bone to spread or push my bone away from the socket. The physician gave me a cortisone injection, supposedly it was to “strengthen” my legs. That never really helped me but then they had sent me to KU- Medical Center, where the sarcoma specialist and other physicians are. I had to see an orthopedic named Dr. Rosenthal, Rosenthal told my family and I that I have benign cancer. It is not a major tumor but it’s still cancer. The doctor gave me a not saying that I had to wait for it to heal again.

After getting an IV put in, I found myself examining the various medical devices in the steri le room while I waited for the procedure to begin. Eve ntually the surgeon came in and explained what all would happen before they put me under. Being under anesthesia is a unique experience. All I remember is being told to count back from 10,

Don't listen to people that say these things take time. Patience is a luxury of people who are not in pain.

When I was in grade five I cut my foot on a rock while I was at my cabin. I Jumped off of a deck onto what I thought was just sandy beach. It turns out there was a sharp- flat piece of rock that had a blade like edge, the blade was facing upwards. After I jumped I felt a sharp pain in my heel; the rock had cut through most of the skin on the bottom of the heel and had created a flap that included a lot of skin.

Perhaps I remember some second of a moment but it felt as though that memory was just a piece of some dream, already forgotten as soon as you wake up. When I finally came back to myself there was gauze on the crook of my elbow and I was crying. The assistant put gauze in my mouth and wiped away any blood dribbling down my chin as my mother walked into the room. I remember wanting to tell er that the surgery really wasn't that bad but I couldn't due to my numb jaw and gauze filled mouth. She said something about patients sometimes becoming emotional while still under the effects of the drug. My mom handed me my iPod and I took a picture of myself to look at later. The nurse then took the patches off my chest and detached me from the heart monitor.

They took me to the X-Ray room and did some tests on my arm and then put me back in the other room. The doctor came back with the results at least 15 minutes later and said I need surgery. I had to have the surgery the next day because there wasn’t enough doctors available on Sunday. The nurse put me in a wet and cold plastic cast with a sling in case I moved my arm and caused more damage. After a while they took me upstairs to another room to spend the night in. The first room I went in there was a kid snoring loud my dad took a peek and asked the nurse if we could move to another room. The second room I went in was quiet and nobody else was in the room. I went to the bathroom real quick after that long grueling waiting period. After that