Hand bump surgery
Jan. 22nd, 2018 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonThis morning I had surgery to remove the ganglion cyst on my hand. Now, instead of a bump, I have Giant Mummy Hand Bandage Theater. They wrapped it up way more than needed, explicitly in order to remind me to take it easy. Ultimate translation: "don't stand on your hands until after we take this thing off on Friday".
I had light sedation, under propofol, but nothing heavier for anesthesia (they were initially planning to go heavier, but I asked them not to). That plus lidocaine worked just fine. I was awake for most of it; I think they said something about making me sleep briefly but then I was moving my arm so they brought me back to drowsy, but I don't remember sleeping. Of course I don't, propofol is a memory disruptor. The funny part is ALL the fussing they did to get me on the table: dressed in stupid robes, strapped down, IV in one hand, sensors on my chest, tape over my belly-button ring (so unnecessary) and contacts out (even more unnecessary). They said "we know, it's like a Nascar pit stop". I asked them what they'd do if my surgery were to be more major, and they said "same thing, basically!" I appreciated the warmed blankets and, really, all of the care they put in, but it was fussier than I'd expected by a long shot.
The root of the cyst extended farther down into the muscle than previously guessed-at, so I'll probably have somewhat more bruising and pain than otherwise anticipated; but they got it all out, and I was back to full alertness quickly. They released me toheisenbug without checking to see that we actually had a car, which is good, since of course we didn't.
Spending the rest of the day on the couch, obediently doing nothing, which I might have wanted to anyway since I have a sniffly nose. This condition lends itself pretty well to doing sedentary computery chores, like planning travel and going through all my personal starred email, so that's what I'm doing.
I had light sedation, under propofol, but nothing heavier for anesthesia (they were initially planning to go heavier, but I asked them not to). That plus lidocaine worked just fine. I was awake for most of it; I think they said something about making me sleep briefly but then I was moving my arm so they brought me back to drowsy, but I don't remember sleeping. Of course I don't, propofol is a memory disruptor. The funny part is ALL the fussing they did to get me on the table: dressed in stupid robes, strapped down, IV in one hand, sensors on my chest, tape over my belly-button ring (so unnecessary) and contacts out (even more unnecessary). They said "we know, it's like a Nascar pit stop". I asked them what they'd do if my surgery were to be more major, and they said "same thing, basically!" I appreciated the warmed blankets and, really, all of the care they put in, but it was fussier than I'd expected by a long shot.
The root of the cyst extended farther down into the muscle than previously guessed-at, so I'll probably have somewhat more bruising and pain than otherwise anticipated; but they got it all out, and I was back to full alertness quickly. They released me to
heisenbug without checking to see that we actually had a car, which is good, since of course we didn't.Spending the rest of the day on the couch, obediently doing nothing, which I might have wanted to anyway since I have a sniffly nose. This condition lends itself pretty well to doing sedentary computery chores, like planning travel and going through all my personal starred email, so that's what I'm doing.
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Date: 2018-01-25 01:36 am (UTC)