It seems I must have surgery again. I see the specialist again on Monday. I hope it is within time,
or I might have to hit the emergency room. If it becomes more of a problem, I will have to have two
surgeries. One to reduce inflammation, and another to get to the root of the problem... the root is
hard to find it seems in my case. It has to do with anterior and posterior issues, and my (other)
doctor has been there before. It is not all that complicated in principle, but it is very
complicated in surgical repair.
I think I will have to stop riding either entirely, or for a few years. I can just feel it. I have
begun to realize that it could be over.. youth, riding, general athletics, and being in some sort of
shape. Maybe if I did not ride those two days, it might not have re-occured, but my doctor never
gave me an inclination of anything as to when it would be OK. My doctor was ignorant. I am not going
back to her, I have gone to a specialist; the one I will see agian on Monday.
I have a cyst, some sort of hidden, unknown, attachment to something up high. On the first surgery,
we relieved pressure... what I understand was a small grapefruit size "pressure"... No wonder I was
sick. Happily, it was not connected to my rectum (ewwww I know). I was so pleased. It was skin
related, probably from a foreign matter, or ingrown hair system, or something trite like that. Then,
there was the second surgery...
We removed the "offending" areas.. with no conclusive results. The cultures came in and "it" was
resistant, but not that resistant. A simple change of antibiotics. I can not really explain the
healing process as it seems alot harder to do now. It is very involved, and very unpleasant. After
two times of maintenance filled, surgery induced healing, I am not ready for a third, and longer
healing time. My mouth fills with bile even considering the healing I might have to deal with. The
healing I am going to HAVE to deal with.
He says it will be about 5 days in the hospital, then weeks of healing. This entails daily visits to
the hospital, for 4-6 weeks. The last surgery, I went to work before the 3 WEEKS that my old doctor
wanted. I was (not) ready. I am not sure this time what the time will be. It will be long.
It is sort of troublesome when you don't have a way out. Usually there is a way out, even if you
don't like it, you can get out. Anything, you can get out. I can't get out. I see a horrible spiral
downhill from the stories I have read. It seems surgery creates more problems sometimes. I wonder
where to go sometimes. I wonder how, or who to talk to. I usually don't need that, but it is getting
tough. There is nothing good coming out of my doctor visits.
My mom told me today: "Just be sure to be really frank with the doctor."
I wondered what the hell she was talking about. It left me feeling that she assumes something from
my condition, but won't or can't say it. I am not married. Maybe she thinks I am gay? Maybe she
assumes some sort of coorelation with my condition and gayness. My uncle is gay, he is the youngest
child (as am I). He has had a bunch of his rectum removed. Maybe I am the youngest, gay, troubled
kid she had? I can't think of anything else she might think. She does not know me very well, and she
certainly is not keen to my condition. It sort of bothers me as to what she meant. Either way, I am
not gay, and from what I have read, gayness has nothing to do with my issue. I don't have an [censored]
problem, I have a semi-close [censored] issue. I almost wish it was associated with my starbright, then
it would be easy.
Still, in my polyanna view of ultimate optimism, I can think it is nothing. I can think I am lucky.
I can think that it might not be something to beat, but something to live with. I think I can do
that, but I don't know. Every surgery gets tougher. The healing is real tough. I do my best and get
through it, but now... I am not having a good time. I really don't want a third go around. It is
going to be very hardcore. This time the incision will be larger, the depth will be another 4 inches
like before. 4 inches into my body, with no return but a slow heal... then problems, only to cut
again to more healing. It makes me sad and literally sick.
If only I could have broken my back on the mountainbike. At least that could be tangible. At least
there would be some kind of reason. I thought about how much money it would take to put me through
this process. I don't have a lot of money (like hundreds), and 1 million dollars would not do it. It
would take 1 million dollars, and then I would have to really think about
it. That is a lot of money, and it is a lot of mental and physical pain. I am not sure I would take
1 million, but I might. I would certainly not take less.
Maybe I am just a weakling. Maybe I just need to get tougher. At one point, I can see it getting me
to nowhere. Who wants to hear about it all the time? A dead horse is a dead horse... let it go.
BUT! I said polyanna, and I am going to stick with it. No matter how unreasonable my optimism is, I
am going to try and stick to it... I am especially going to remember this when it is really bad.
When the healing is bad, when the bleeding is scary, I am going to remember my optimism, and I will
remember how small I am in the world. I will concentrate on my importance of simply being. The
privilage of living on this planet.
I can't live long with a "drain" in my butt cheek for months, and the prognosis is gray. I hate
gray. I would hate the results of a realized gray even more.
I suppose I should change newsgroups. I am sure there is an alt.whiner.medical.wimp-death group
out there.
Cheers for AWMWD! hehe
What I can't really get a grasp on... is selling all my bikes.. having no mountainbike... Why have a
bike, if you can't even sit on it without having a near death experience? I am really good for
nothing else but health.
It is all too simple, and then again way confusing. Again, it is the feeling of no direction to
take, no way out.
How do those familiar with this thought, handle it all? I am so stupid, my brain does not know what
to do or how to think.
darsh
(Thanks for reading my wimpy, self-induced, selfish post about my pathetic health problems...
problems that are nothing compared to others.... Others ((people)) that are way tougher than I am. I
feel pathetic and sad considering how tough people are out there... embarrassed. I am sorry for
offending anyone who has really dealt with serious health issues, or has family that makes a daily
reality of life. I applaud you.)