It’s not a big operation; a small hole in my upper arm to
remove a piece of plastic that’s been releasing hormones into my blood stream
for the past 3 years.
The doctor swabs my skin and lays a green sheet with a hole
in it over the pen marks he’s made. I don’t see the needle or the scalpel but I
do lift my head and watch as he rootles around in my arm, following the
ultrasound to the alien object embedded in my flesh.
He exclaims when he finds it. Apparently nine minutes is his
new personal best.
5 comments:
He spent NINE minutes searching for a plastic piece? Inside your arm? o.O
I once awoke during a surgery. I think it was the longest eleven minutes of my existance....I've been considering writing about it as I have avoided that with supreme success. Who knows.
Nine minutes? I'm assuming you were numb--but how strange that must have been, to see that....and then hear his pleased exclamation. Was it as disconcerting as I feel it would be? Like....disconnected?
You have a gift for leaving me wanting more. :)
Tamara - yes - apparently it can take up to 40 minutes sometimes!
Chantel - write it! Yes, I was numb, thank goodness. It was strange to see him rootling around in my arm and not feel it, very disconnected.
ugh. My daughter will have to have hers taken out soon. I think I'll read this to her.
Nessa Roo - Hmm, maybe afterwards. It wasn't painful at all (at the time) but the idea of it taking 40 minutes would have put me off!
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