Narrowly Avoided a Fourth Surgery Today …

I’m hesitant to even mention this because I feel like such a hypochondriac. But my friend reminded me today that if you actually have real things wrong with you, you’re not a hypochondriac. SO … I guess I’m just a falling apart HIGH MAINTENANCE woman because today I just barely avoided being sent in for what would’ve been my fourth surgery of the summer. Blech!

Apparently, my body felt like giving me one tiny (but painful and inconvenient because of all of the blood) little challenge called a pyogenic granuloma. It’s just a little (but growing) thingy (official medical term is “growth”) that bleeds and bleeds and SHOULDN’T be painful, but since I waited, oh, a MONTH or so to actually talk to my doctor about it, mine is extremely painful because it’s INFECTED.

The normal way to get rid of it is a minor surgery to cut it out, cauterize, and stitch back up. But since mine is on my index finger, under the nail, at the tip (which we humans use A LOT in daily life), they decided to first try freezing it with liquid nitrogen. Four times. (I wept and wept it hurt so badly.)

The good news is that it was easy to diagnose and I don’t feel super-stupid for having gone in to the doctor. (I felt really dumb making the appointment, “Uhhh—I have this red thing on my finger that keeps bleeding and hurts.” Seems like the kind of thing you just tough out, doesn’t it? But when Fred found out it’s been openly bleeding for a MONTH, he pretty much “ordered” me to get in to see someone.)

The bad news is, it’ll probably come back and then we’ll have to treat it again / do something else to treat it. (Plus, it’s really really REALLY sore now having been frozen/burnt. And it’s still bleeding (of course), so that makes all of life—INCLUDING TYPING—very painful and hard.)

Hence, not a lot of ol’ blogging from ol’ falling-apart-Tara. And not a lot of cleaning either (boy is my house dusty!). But all in all, it’s a teeny tiny inconvenience compared to the real suffering going on in the world. So I’m trying to keep a happy heart as I wince and bleed away—and I wanted to make some lame excuse for not blogging. 🙂

Hope your weekend is a blessed one AND that you do NOT google the term “pyogenic granuloma”. It is SO gross! I can’t imagine why ANYONE would EVER want to be a dermatologist. BLECH.

G’nite and God bless!

Yours,
Tara B.