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Monday, 15 October 2012

100 Words: Rootle



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:

Starlight said...

He spent NINE minutes searching for a plastic piece? Inside your arm? o.O

Chantel said...

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. :)

Baglady said...

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.

Nessa Roo said...

ugh. My daughter will have to have hers taken out soon. I think I'll read this to her.

Baglady said...

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!