Okay. You are tough. I would imagine that at some point in your life you were a Green Beret or a Navy Seal.
I had a doctor, once, chew me up one side and down the other.... BECAUSE... I happen to be a person who can tolerate a very high threshold of pain. Except for headaches. I'm a whimp when it comes to headaches.
However. In my last auto accident... literally, I was a freakin' wreak. But, unfortunately for me... I went into 'survivor' mode. The stupid ass doctors did not admit me overnight, because I was from out-of-state... and the whole malpractice thing came into play. So they let me go.... because I wasn't 'in shock.' But they didn't know what was wrong with me. And the doctor even told me... your injuries are not going to show up for a good 48 hours. Me... knowing no different... went on my merry way.
I get home... four days later.... go see my at-home doc... like the out-of-town doc told me to do... give him my release papers... and my doctor dam near had a cow. He wanted to know where all my test results were. I said... 'what test results?' He said... the blood tests, the urine tests, etc., etc. I said... "Oh, well, I could walk, so they didn't DO any tests."
JHFC... came out of his mouth. I was swarmed with nurses, machinces.... needles... peeing... he said to me, "how they HE!! did he know you aren't bleeding internally?!!" ME: Dunno. He felt my stomache..."
JHFC. "And you got ON A PLANE!!!????"
ME: "Well... no one said I couldn't... why?"
JHFC.
Off to emergency... x-rays... cat scans... and then..."Go home. Get in bed. Do NOT MOVE for a week. No lifing ANYTHING over 5 pounds. NOTHING."
Did I listen? No. Wanna know why? Because... I could do stuff. Did it hurt? Yeah. Did it bring me to my knees? No. If pain is not bringining me to my knees... well... with the assistance of pain killers... I MUST be okay. If I stop and catch my breath for a moment... hey... all is good.
Hard azz NOP. Hard azz Corri. I'm sure you are reading this going, "dear... you should have gotten in bed and not moved, like the doc told you...."
I'm sitting here thinking... NOP... you should have had the thing removed... like they TOLD you they could do... why suffer?
With a FOO FOO here and a FOO FOO there... here a FOO, there a FOO... etc., etc.
PAIN is there for a reason. It tells you to stop. Not overcome. Discipline is one thing in certain periods of life... you no longer NEED to be that disciplined.
In any event... I'm glad it is out. Stubborn MFer. If I had been Mrs. NOP... I would have dragged your ass in the hospital and said... 'get it out.' Oh, could you have imagined...
Good thing you and I are not married. No offense Mrs. NOP. But had the tables been turned and it was Mrs. NOP with that thing in her... I can only imagine the heights and the depths and the distance you would have gone to aleve her of her pain.
Keep that in mind, the next time you go through something like this. It may not be for your own good. But for someone else.
Now... I can imagine Mrs. NOP saying... stubborn fool. Fine. But at this time in your life, NOP, get the GD proceedure.
