23 April 2010
the vein that blew; my crotch hurts and is shooting pain down my leg and into my lower stomach; and I spent $70 for a medication that mixed with another and got me an ambulance ride and a hospital stay that my doctor and/or pharmasist should have caught before I even took it. And to top it all off they didn't get out all of the "abnormal" cells from this bitch of a mole the first time they sliced into my groin so I get to do it all over again on the 4th of May. My week has been awesome. I wonder if I could turn this in for voting on the Most Awesomest Thing Ever? I think I could give The Internet a run for the number one spot.
20 April 2010
...that just a few hours after doing this post I would find a small rash on my arm, my whole body would start itching uncontrollably, my throat would feel like it was closing off, my tongue would swell up, and I'd go into shock! Oh and then I got to ride in an ambulance to the hospital, during which they blew a vein in my hand trying to start an IV, then almost gave me a heart attack by saying they were going to start me on Demerol, which I am severely allergic to. This is EXACTLY how I planned on my morning going!
Shesh! So to elaborate, I started taking an anti-depressant (Lexapro) last night for the first time at around 7:30PM. I was a little tired after I took it, but no big deal it would be time for bed soon. And lets face it, something making me a little sleepy each night wouldn't be the worst side effect in the world, I even thought maybe I'd be able to end the Ambien cycle. Anyway, went to bed all was well. I woke up around 3:45am, I actually slept really well last night so I was okay with it and I jumped on my laptop and did the post about that mole and caught up on my Google Reader. I got sleepy again around 4:50A so I went back to bed and got up with my alarm at 6AM. I showered and did my make up like usual. After I dried my hair I started to not feel very well, I was weak and light headed. I had some extra time though so I laid back in bed for 10 minutes and tried doing the breathing techniques that the therapist taught me to use when I felt anxiety coming on. They helped and I got up and started to straighten my hair. That's when I noticed this on my arm:
I finished getting ready and called the Mom. She told me to take some benadryl. We didn't have any. That's when I started itching and the "rash" started spreading. I got in the Jeep and figured I could stop at the hotel and surely Mom would have some benedryl then I could go to work. Unfortunately, she didn't, and I started to have trouble breathing. My tongue started to swell up, I was itching everywhere. I was light headed and I thought I was going to pass out. I couldn't breathe. It was the strangest feeling, I could breathe, but it was like the oxygen wasn't doing what it was suppose to. At this point I started to freak out. My Mom called 911 and the paramedics arrived shortly after. They got me in the ambulance and got an IV started (after blowing the vein in their first attempt). They gave me some Benedryl and the itching subsided. When I got to the hospital the doctor said that the rash wasn't a rash, it was Petechia. Basically all of the little blood vessels in my arm popped. Don't know how, but they think it was an interaction with the Lexapro and my diuretic (for my ears), Lasix. I took this picture a little while ago. Anyway, it was so scary! I'm home now and have been asleep most of the day. Hopefully, I won't have anymore of these lovely little episodes.
I can't sleep because my crotch/groin hurts. I just put an ice pack on it. I'm sure I look similar to a boy that has just been kicked in the nuts, but that's okay. Yesterday, I had this mole completely removed. The one that has been giving me so much anxiety, it's gone. The one that convinced me I had skin cancer. The mole that told me I could never be in the sun again, that I, ME, MEAGEN RIDLEY, could never go tanning EVER AGAIN. Yeah, I cut that bitch right out. I may have over exaggerated a bit there, but I was feeling all of that to some extent. I don't feel out of the water yet, and we will know more after it's sent to the lab for further testing, but I do feel a little better just having it gone.
The incision is in the worst possible spot thought and it really kills. Its right along my underwear line, Ive been trying to wear boy short cut ones but they don't seem to make much of a difference. So I won't know the final results for another few days, but the doctor was optimistic and said that it was good we got any abnormalities out as quickly as we did.
So without further adieu, here are the pictures of my incision. ***Warning: They are slightly pornographic-given their area, but I Magic Marker'ed out all the scary parts. Ouch! Don't ever get a mole on your groin, it really hurts when the time comes to have it removed! PS: The incision is like 6 times as big as the mole was. I dunno why they had to do a slice it so long? I guess to make sure they get it all out. Which is good, but I wasn't expecting to see it after all was said and done.
18 April 2010
15 April 2010
If my one session of therapy taught me anything, it's that all my problems can be solved more effectively with 32 oz. of Dr. Pepper and a pint of Ben & Jerry's. It's a lot more cost efficient too.
Hoe will get the title. And MAYBE Moe. Maybe.
Hoe will get the title. And MAYBE Moe. Maybe.