I'm supposed to have the port removed tomorrow. I'm pretty anxious about this. As my dedicated readers may recall, port insertion required general anesthetic, a half hour of surgery and a chest x-ray. Dr Lim informs me that he can whip the thing out in his office. I mean, this port is a) long, b) held in by stitches and c) very close to my lung. And I'm supposed to be awake?
Blimey.
Current arctic conditions, however, may require that surgery is deferred until some later date which is, actually, annoying since I'm trying to get as much medical stuff done in this calendar year as possible before my insurance deductible kicks in again.
Separately, the breast is definitely turning pink with burn now. Its a very geometrically precise burn which, I suppose, makes perfect sense given that light travels in a straight line and all.
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suggest you take a bottle of rum, or other sea-faring grog, and a large stick to bite on. Then hit him with it, unless he offers more interesting anesthesia.
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