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FrankenArm Pt. 3

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Re-Posted by the13thcynic

December 20, 2008 at 2:08 AM

Originally posted as a Journal entry;

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

How Me & My Arm Spent Tuesday;
So I went to my broken arm Dr this afternoon with C*, S* & baby L*(T*). We’ve been waiting all this time for the swelling to go down so I could get a cast on it finally. So we go in, kinda curious, I didn’t look when they re-wrapped it after my surgery before I went home; it was still too new & sore & weird…the girls didn’t see it either; so we’re all waiting to be amazed by FrankenArm, I know it has 2 big ol’ incisions in it w/ stitches & the tape stuff over then, blah, blah…well…ew…first the nurses start unwrapping it and begin talking amongst themselves about getting saline & working the gauze off, & as they do that, ‘oh, we better get the Doctor for this one’, and ‘does that hurt? Because it looks like it really hurts…’ and ‘oh, wow, I’ve never seen that before..wow, oh, don’t slip in that, its just oozing everywhere…get me more absorbent gauze, more water on it, flush that off…oh, its just coming out…’ ‘Ya, better get the Dr.’
At this point I see both my girls’ faces going white & pasty, to match the nurses, C* actually rolls her chair back, her eyes are huge, S* looks like someone just tried to chloroform her, so now I’m feeling weird, and look over at my emerging arm…ya, it was kind of like when someone gets space goo or monster acid or alien drool or something on them and their skin bubbles up & oozes green & pink stuff. So one takes off for the Doctor, I mouth something like, ‘water…feeling faint…woozy’ they grab me a bottled water which the girls promptly grab from me and guzzle from themselves, fanning their own faces! The Dr. see’s my draining face and promptly lays me down on the table and goes about examining my sci-fi arm. And the only thing I can think of is ‘I wish my other Grandkids, N* (4 in May) and D* (5 in May) were here to see this, they’d LOVE it!’
He’s only seen this once before, says Dr. it looks like an allergic skin reaction the suture tape stuff and/or adhesive stuff, but he’s never seen it this bad. Well, glad I could contribute to medical knowledge. C* relayed to me a sight she caught; probably give her nightmares, lol, she said she witnessed a ‘big chunk of the skin of my arm just slide off in a blob and u could see flesh underneath’. She didn’t eat anything all day until just before bedtime.
Poor kid..tee hee.
I’d even picked out my cast color, neon green…well, I got green…nuclear, weird arm allergic reaction green bubbled up skin with the right amount of oozing pinkish fluid & melting flesh…
So he re-wrapped it, put the splint back on, refilled my fun pain meds, added some antibiotics and sent me home until next Tuesday.
I looked behind me at the floor on the way out, glad nobody slipped in that, hope they got it cleaned up okay…that's part of my wittle arm I left on their floor.

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