Superglueing my Wound

I got a nasty cut on my thumb.  After 15 minutes, it was still bleeding and had not slowed down at all.

There was a family discussion as to whether or not I needed stitches and should I go to the ER to have a doctor examine the wound.  However, I already had my pajamas on, so I didn’t want to leave the house.

We decided to superglue the wound closed to stop the bleeding, which worked.  After that, my thumb was wrapped in gauze and tape.

The worst part, was when Mom cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol.  I was hollering and squirming around in my chair.  Gwen asked, “On a scale of 1 to 10, what’s your pain level?”  Mom thought that was funny, because I was in more pain after she started doctoring my thumb than I was before she started.

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First Migraine Episode

Last week, I had a migraine for the first time.

It felt like a vice grip was squeezing the back of my head.  The pain was intense.  I actually screamed and tears were flowing down my face.  I could barley walk, because the slightest movement intensified the pain.  Also, lights and sounds made the pain worse.

As a side note:  I don’t tend to react to pain by screaming.  Last year, I fell and fractured two ribs.  I grumbled a bit when it happened, but there were no tears or screams.  The  migraine pain was exponentially worse than fracturing ribs.

I went to the ER twice that day.  During the first visit, the nurse checked my blood pressure and it was normal.  The doctor prescribed muscle relaxers and pain medication.  I was also given three injections, an anti-inflammatory, Benadryl, and a muscle relaxer.

Twelve hours later, I had another migraine.  The second one was even more painful than the first one.

Mom and Gwen took me to the hospital.  When they checked my blood pressure it was 178/81.  Mom asked the nurse about it, because I don’t have a history of high blood pressure.  The nurse explained that extreme pain can result in elevated blood pressure.

I was given intravenous medications to knock out the migraine and sent home with strict instructions to rest.

I never truly understood the devastation caused by migraines.

To migraine suffers, you have my empathy and respect.  You have to be a strong person to live with migraines.

I also want to say thanks to my family.  They have been a great help.  Mom and Gwen made sure I was able to rest by taking over my household chores.  They also spent hours with me at the ER.  Without them, I am sure my recovery would have taken a lot longer.

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Surgery Season

It seems to be surgery season for me and my family.  First on the list was our dog Ben.  The doctor repaired Ben’s knee and torn ligament.  Ben is doing much better and is scheduled to have his staples removed on Wednesday.

Next was Mom and Dwayne.  They both had surgery on Friday and both are recovering well.

Today it was my turn.  The doctor fixed some issues I was having with the veins in my right leg.  The surgery went well and I am now resting at home.

Surgery season has been a success, but I think we should refrain from doing this again.

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Poor Baby Ben

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Baby Ben’s knee is dislocated and he will need surgery to repair it.  Apparently, the knee would pop out of place and then pop back into place.  This explains why the regular veterinarian didn’t see it on the x-rays.

I took Ben to an orthopedic veterinarian, Dr. Newman, and he was able to diagnose the problem and said the only way to fix it was to surgically stabilize the knee.

Surgery is scheduled for Tuesday and then he will need six weeks of rehabilitation to ensure complete healing of the joint.

We are all praying for a quick and full recovery.

Heart of a Fighter

Gwen was born nineteen years ago today.  She was 3 months premature and only weighed 2 pounds 2 ounces.  Gwen spent the first few months of her life in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, with all kinds of tubes and IV’s coming out of her little body.

It was a precarious time and her survival was far from guaranteed.  In spite of it all, Gwen managed to thrive and is now a beautiful young woman.

My message for Gwen on her birthday, never forget you have the heart of a fighter.  You proved that by surviving and thriving during those first few months of life.  That strength and spirit will always be within you.  When struggles come your way, remember you have the heart of a fighter and you will prevail.