I was back at work a week later and while my abs were still a little sore, really feel quite normal now. I went to go see the surgeon for a follow up on Monday, where he told me that my gallbladder had been 'really quite inflamed' upon its removal. So I think we can all agree that this was really for the best. He had me lie down so he could examine the 4 quite small incisions on my belly (its not like I'm a bikini wearing kind of girl, so I am really not broken up about this at all. I still win the scar war thanks to the one courtesy open heart surgery). They were still covered by small strips, and upon seeing them the surgeon merrily announced 'You don't need this anymore!' and removed them. He then said I was fine, I thanked him effusively, along with his secretary who had been quite patient though somehow unable to locate a fax for long periods of time, and then left.
On my way out, I stopped in to the washroom and decided to have a look at these incisions. The ones on my stomach all looked great, and then I looked down to the one in my belly button. Also looking gr.... wait.
My belly button was smaller. IS smaller. Continues to be smaller thanks to the larger incision which was made into it. It's not incredibly noticeable unless you really look. But I can tell. I was not warned that this would be the price to pay.
The roomie thought I was delusional for a day or two until our good friend, who had the surgery several years ago, came over and agreed with me.
I haven't decided yet whether or not to sue.
(Kidding!)
(Or am I)
(This post was written as a means to prevent a post ranting about not being able to get into my lab to get work going in there due to the seemingly never ending construction/alterations being made. I may need to have words with someone come Monday if I can't get in then.)
No comments:
Post a Comment