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mugen_edamameHEYA BABBIES.
Should've updated this earlier, but I really should've done a lot of things in gen'ral. The operation on Tuesday was a success, and once I get home (I'm still in hospital, will be till Saturday evening) I'll show you the pictures the doctor took during surgery, of where my kneecap was before, and where it got put to. It's a beautiful thing, what happened between those last two panels. 'parently, the major issue was a thing called inflamed plica, which is like scar tissue that you accumulate either via injury or just by your body not breaking it down when it should. It was a lump under my kneecap, pushing it waaaay out to the side, and being where it shouldn't be knee cap-san acquired a zillion babby injuries. That have hopefully been fixed now. Today's been the worst day, though, so far (and I threw up three times on surgery-day because the anesthetic made my belly go crazy). I've been jacked up on some medication that sent my bone marrows into overdrive, upping my red blood cell count, white blood cell count, platelet count (them things that help seal over wounds) and stem cells. Not so sure if they're true stem cells, or stem cells predisposed into becoming red blood cells but just aren't quite there yet, but it's the stem cells they were aiming for.
So I got into bed at seven this morning, had a nice doctor stab a six centimeter catheter into my femoral vein while doctors from the States who came over for a study-visit stared. Babes, you know where the femoral vein is? If you wear panties instead of boxer shorts, it's the diagonal line on the front side of the right-hand leg hole. Thing. So the nice doctor was stabbing my groin (painlessly) while a bunch of other nice doctors stared and asked questions. Then they left, and the blood being pulled out then being put back in started, and it made me really really light-headed.
So light-headed, in fact, then when a veritable convention of members of the Malaysian Ministry of Health came in to stare, I was just smiling amiably at the ceiling and trying to keep my head on my neck (a harder battle than you'd expect). To be clear, the doctor treating me and the nurses did ask me for permission to show off this really rather cutting-edge technique (the attending doctor gets called to all sorts of countries to lead studies into how to extract these stemmy cells, and how injecting the pulled out cells into the injured area helps encourage cartilage growth to a great degree), and I said yes 'cos Biology is effing fantastic and the more people I can share this with, the better. Ample hip-flashing non-withstanding.
A few hours after that though, they injected the harvested stem cells back into my knee, and I think my stem cells must've been 99% concentrated sulphuric acid because good lord did it ever burn. I nearly cried, and I'm very confident that my pain tolerance isn't something to laugh at. SoI'm tired and in pain and belatedly embarrassed about flashinging and bedpans and and and.
Life is terribly interesting c: And I am doing pretty decently.
HOW'S EVERYONE ELSE AA.
And here's Zura in Disneyland.
Should've updated this earlier, but I really should've done a lot of things in gen'ral. The operation on Tuesday was a success, and once I get home (I'm still in hospital, will be till Saturday evening) I'll show you the pictures the doctor took during surgery, of where my kneecap was before, and where it got put to. It's a beautiful thing, what happened between those last two panels. 'parently, the major issue was a thing called inflamed plica, which is like scar tissue that you accumulate either via injury or just by your body not breaking it down when it should. It was a lump under my kneecap, pushing it waaaay out to the side, and being where it shouldn't be knee cap-san acquired a zillion babby injuries. That have hopefully been fixed now. Today's been the worst day, though, so far (and I threw up three times on surgery-day because the anesthetic made my belly go crazy). I've been jacked up on some medication that sent my bone marrows into overdrive, upping my red blood cell count, white blood cell count, platelet count (them things that help seal over wounds) and stem cells. Not so sure if they're true stem cells, or stem cells predisposed into becoming red blood cells but just aren't quite there yet, but it's the stem cells they were aiming for.
So I got into bed at seven this morning, had a nice doctor stab a six centimeter catheter into my femoral vein while doctors from the States who came over for a study-visit stared. Babes, you know where the femoral vein is? If you wear panties instead of boxer shorts, it's the diagonal line on the front side of the right-hand leg hole. Thing. So the nice doctor was stabbing my groin (painlessly) while a bunch of other nice doctors stared and asked questions. Then they left, and the blood being pulled out then being put back in started, and it made me really really light-headed.
So light-headed, in fact, then when a veritable convention of members of the Malaysian Ministry of Health came in to stare, I was just smiling amiably at the ceiling and trying to keep my head on my neck (a harder battle than you'd expect). To be clear, the doctor treating me and the nurses did ask me for permission to show off this really rather cutting-edge technique (the attending doctor gets called to all sorts of countries to lead studies into how to extract these stemmy cells, and how injecting the pulled out cells into the injured area helps encourage cartilage growth to a great degree), and I said yes 'cos Biology is effing fantastic and the more people I can share this with, the better. Ample hip-flashing non-withstanding.
A few hours after that though, they injected the harvested stem cells back into my knee, and I think my stem cells must've been 99% concentrated sulphuric acid because good lord did it ever burn. I nearly cried, and I'm very confident that my pain tolerance isn't something to laugh at. SoI'm tired and in pain and belatedly embarrassed about flashinging and bedpans and and and.
Life is terribly interesting c: And I am doing pretty decently.
HOW'S EVERYONE ELSE AA.
And here's Zura in Disneyland.
