11.12.09
How To Tell?
This post is going to be even more personal that I usually am about my experiences. Those who have issues with bisexuality or sex outside of marriage should skip this post and come back tomorrow for more about dehisience.
First, for anyone that hasn’t read my Twitter or Facebook profile or doesn’t know me personally, I’m bisexual. That means that I am attracted to both men and women. Not ALL men and not ALL women. Just, well, just the ones I think are cute.
When I realize six years ago that I’m attracted to both genders, hubby and I sat down and we had a series of discussions. Several of those discussions covered dating. Thanks to a book called “The Bisexual’s Guide To The Universe” we laid down rules that we were both comfortable with so that I could actually experience what it would be like to be with another woman.
That was four years ago.
I’ve been on a few dates and even had a short term girlfriend. Nothing ever happened though.
Now I’ve met someone and I like her. If things keep progressing I can see where this might go.
But there’s a problem.
I have NO idea how to tell her about what happened. How do you tell someone that you’re…incomplete? I’m sure divorced and single cancer survivors have had to go through this. And I understand that it’s not just something you blurt out.
Nothing puts a damper on a fun evening like “Oh by the way my boobs rotted off, I had to get them reconstructed and in case I haven’t freaked you out enough yet, I have no nipples.”.
Yeah. THAT’S a real show stopper.
I don’t want to just give her my blog URL either. That’s a WHOLE lot of trauma right there as my regular readers know. And I REALLY like this woman. I don’t want to scare her away.
I’m thinking that if or when this turns romantic, that’s when I’ll tell her. But I have to tell her soon enough that it doesn’t seem like I’m keeping secrets but not so soon that I scare her off. She’s had to deal with enough medical crap herself lately as it is.
As for the actual telling part, I’ve learned that starting with the phrase “We need to talk.” or “There’s something I have to tell you”. usually sets someone on edge. I need to find an opener that will set her at ease. Maybe “There’s something I want to trust you with”. Perhaps “Can I confide in you?”.
I guess this is just something I’m going to have to work on. I’ve got about a week before I see her next, so I have a bit of time. Trust me, you all will probably hear about this again.
After all you already know that Ken enjoys the Twins and he doesn’t seem to care that I don’t have nipples yet. But that’s because my first set was so sensitive that he couldn’t really do anything with them anyway. This is definitely a different twist to this tale though.
11.11.09
The ER – Pt. 2
Let’s hope I can finish this part of the story tonight. I genuinely feel like I’m going to throw up. It’s amazing how visceral my reactions still are even after all this time.
By this point I was absolutely furious but I felt totally helpless to do anything. The news that I couldn’t be stitched back up was devastating. Couple that with the results of the culture and I was even more of a basket case than before. The culture discovered five different types of bacteria: three of which the tech never even heard of. So they put up a bag of the most badass antibiotics they had.
Unfortunately about 1/2 way through the bag I started getting EXTREMELY itchy. My throat started swelling a few minutes later and it became a bit difficult to breathe. Well Ken called the nurse and within a minute or so he had a syringe of something in the IV. He SLAMMED the plunger in and within moments I felt like I was going to pass out.
I got tunnel vision and then the tunnel started narrowing. My body felt very heavy and I felt like I was being pushed down. I told the nurse that I thought I was going to pass out. His reply was “Isn’t it a good thing you’re in the hospital then?”.
So…yeah. I was allergic to the first antibiotic. So they put up something else really badass and I was off again. This one made me a little itchy too so the nurse injected a little syringe of something else. This time much more slowly. In a matter of moments I was doing just fine and made it through the entire bag.
After a bag and a half of serious antibiotics, they also made an appointment for me with an infection specialist. Then one of the nurses packed my chest and they sent me home.
11.06.09
The Calm
After the second surgery there was actually a brief time when I thought that everything might be alright after all.
I should have known better.
I don’t know HOW I should have known better, unless past experience told me that the HiQ had no real idea what he was doing and the man was/is a menace and a disgrace to the medical profession.
I had just hoped that the worst was over.
And for a little while everything WAS okay. I actually had a period of about 12 days when everything looked like it was going to work out. Sure I was going to need one more surgery but at least I didn’t have to deal with the necrosis. I just changed the gauze over the surgical tubing drains and changed dressings like I was told.
Little did I know what was ahead of me.
11.04.09
Check Up Part 3
I forgot to include something in yesterday’s post. Dr. Elliott had mentioned that he wanted to make sure that my breast tissue has become softer. For the first few weeks right after surgery, my new boobies were really hard and stiff. They were actually very hard. It reminded me of how hard my breasts were after the initial implant surgery.
I pointed out a place across the top of my left breast that, to me, felt harder that the rest of the breast tissue. After gently prodding at it a bit in examination Dr. Elliott explained that the harder area is the top of the muscle flap. He also explained that in comparison to what HE meant my hard it was actually very soft and pliant.
Something that I found to be extremely bizarre is that where I thought had keloid scarring, upon examination, appeared to have nothing of the sort. I am chalking this up to a slightly poor fitting Caique bra from Lane Bryant. It is just a little too small and it makes the scar line feel a little lumpy after a whole day of wearing that type of bra.
That’s one more reason to have a proper bra fitting done. Even if you think it’s been done properly, sometimes it hasn’t. Even though their customer service is really, REALLY bad,
10.28.09
The Reality of Malpractice Law Suits
In the third week after the first surgery I called two different malpractice lawyers. They both told me the same thing. In the state of Florida a plastic surgeon is only required to carry a minimum of $100,000 in malpractice insurance.
That amount would cover the investigative and legal fees and I would be left with very little. In all likelihood it would not be enough to pay for reconstructive surgery.
In the investigative part of the law suit they subpoena the records from the surgery. Once the records are subpoenaed, (or even before that) anyone can go in and change the records to indicate a more favorable position for the surgeon and the surgical team. So by the time the attorney gets them, there may be no evidence at all of malpractice.
It is also difficult to define what exactly constitutes malpractice. Who’s error was it? WAS there even an error?
Much later I spoke to a surgical nurse an another site who said that she thought, from the bruising I described, that something must have gone catastrophically wrong during surgery. But there wasn’t really a way to prove it.
So there you have it. Make sure you know what you’re getting into. Ask how much malpractice insurance your PS carries. You only get one body. Make sure it’s protected.
10.15.09
What Is The Sound Velcro Makes?
This is going to be a slightly more graphic than usual post about wet to dry dressings and what necrosis looks like as it develops. So those without strong stomachs are cautioned. I will do my best to inject humor into this as I go. Humor and my support system are really the only way I survived this in the first place.
That, and I rediscovered the analytical part of myself. I mentally separated myself from the situation at hand. I used the phrase “THE breasts” as opposed to “MY breasts” and I never looked at myself in the mirror. So I dissociated to some extent while I was changing the wet to dry bandages.
Initially I didn’t really understand HOW wet the gauze was supposed to be. I was told by the nurse that the gauze should be damp. *I* thought that meant it should be dripping just a little bit. After a couple days I noticed there was little to no progress with the wet to drys. Progress would mean the removal of dead tissue. I was pulling off the occasional fleck here and there but nothing meaningful.
Let me explain a bit more about wet to drys. Once the gauze has been dampened in sterile saline solution, it is laid flat in one or two layers over the area to be debrided. It is molded to the body part so when it dries it is a bit like plaster. A successful pull makes a soft sound akin to velcro being pulled from its fuzzy moorings.
When I went back in for the next check up a couple days later the HiQ complained that there was not enough progress. I explained what I had done and was given the moisture level corrections. It seems that instead of dripping slightly, the gauze should be just slightly damp. Previous to this I had done what is called “packing” where the area is kept moist with wet salined gauze. Thus my confusion, I suppose. We’ll go in to packing later when things have gotten REALLY bad.
Once I had been given better information I was sent home for a couple more days. I was also told that I should only be changing the wet to drys one to two times a day. I HAD been changing them 3-4 times because that was what I had done when I was packing. No one told me to do anything different as far as changing went. Isn’t it amazing how nothing changes when there is no communication?
With the new changes I was getting more dead tissue off. When I pulled off the dried gauze it was definitely pulling away the blackened tissue. The HiQ had me do that for about a week and a half. In that time I still forbade Ken to come in during bandage changes and showering. No one should have to be exposed to that.
I had started crying at least every other day at this point and I was really depressed for obvious reasons. Pulling bits of dead flesh off your own body tends to do that. I was angry because I couldn’t get a straight answer out of the HiQ. The man had all the bedside manner of Dr. Mengele. Which was pretty evident by the “don’t scream” comment when he was sewing cadaver skin onto me and telling me that it was an extremely expensive treatment.
Really folks that all I can manage for today. Come back tomorrow and I’ll tell you the Valium story.
10.06.09
Boob Squishies
To quote Dharma Freedom Filklestein Montgomery, “Mammogram!! It sounds like something that should be delivered, doesn’t it?”
It’s that time of year ladies. The time when we make our yearly appointments to have our breasts pressed into a thin, transparent form. None of us like to do it. It’s uncomfortable, awkward and a real inconvenience. And here’s where the lecture comes in.
Every woman I know makes excuses about why they can’t get it done. I’m here to tell you that there IS no excuse for disregarding your health. By NOT having a yearly mammogram after the age of 40 if ANY woman in your direct family has had breast cancer, you are potentially taking your life in your hands.
It’s National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. We all know someone (or knows someone who knows someone else) who has had breast cancer. Some women, like my two aunts and my mother, have come through it just fine and have been cancer free for decades.
Other women like my friend, let’s call her Hanna to protect her identity, aren’t so fortunate. Hanna developed breast cancer and opted for a natural treatment route. Unfortunately, it was ineffective and the cancer spread. Somehow, using something called Black Salve, she got rid of the tumor and she went into remission for about 5 years.
Unfortunately, she didn’t get the entire growth because it came back with a vengeance the second time. It spread into her arm rendering it useless. The cancer grew in such a way that the doctors would have had to remove her arm to remove the cancer. It wasn’t long before it spread throughout her body including her brain. She has had two brain surgeries. But there is just too much in too many places in her body. She is now in hospice and may not live to see this Christmas.
The bright spot is that she made it to her goal. She wanted to live long enough to see her daughter graduate from high school. She made that goal Her daughter graduated this past June.
So please ladies… Suck it up and deal. Get it done. It’s only once a year. MAKE time. It may just save your life.
