Basil Cell Carcinoma
A couple of months ago I went to the dermatologist to have two small growths on my face biopsied and the diagnosis was Basil Cell Carcinoma (BCC). I had one on the side of my nose and one just touching the top lip - both tumors were tiny. Because it's the most common type of skin cancer and the easiest to treat I wasn't too worried about it but knew the tumors would have to be removed. Well, they were removed last Friday and gosh, darn (that's for the kids reading this) does it hurt! Not even the vicodin makes up for the pain.
It didn't start out too badly. My surgeon used the Mohs surgery process and actually removed all the BCC in one slice for each tumor. Before he removed them he had to numb the nose and I have to tell you I can't ever remember being in such pain as having those numbing shots. My wussiness really came through because while it was being done the doctor was telling me what a trooper I was being, the assistant nurse was holding my hand telling me to squeeze hard if I needed to and some other random person was rubbing my legs telling me it would all be over soon. I felt quite the five year old for a while and waited for someone to tell me what a brave girl I was being. After it was all over the assistant nurse patched me up quite neatly and I was amazed at how quickly it had gone. As you can see in the photo below I didn't look too bad.
From there I moved over to the skilled hands of the plastic surgeon who was to repair the hole in my nose and my split lip. Everything was as it should have been. I was prepped and had an IV hooked up to my hand and as they wheeled me into the operating room they started me on the anesthesia. And that was all I remembered until I heard someone in the back of my dream telling me to wiggle my toes which I obviously did because they then left me alone saying I was fine. My face felt tight with the swelling but I wasn't in any pain at that time. However, I must have looked awful because when Alex walked in he looked quite shocked at my appearance.
And indeed I did look awful - so bad that you have to click on the link to see the photos. If you're a little put off by blood and gore don't click on the links
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Everytime I look at these pictures I wonder to myself, what was Michael Jackson thinking to go through however many nose jobs he had? I was in terrible pain all day yesterday and was so thankful for the vicodin although I hated being in such a groggy state. Today, I'm just on tylenol so feeling much better.
And finally, Boo knew I wasn't feeling well and here she is keeping me company.
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If anyone from work is reading this - I will not be in on Monday morning.
It didn't start out too badly. My surgeon used the Mohs surgery process and actually removed all the BCC in one slice for each tumor. Before he removed them he had to numb the nose and I have to tell you I can't ever remember being in such pain as having those numbing shots. My wussiness really came through because while it was being done the doctor was telling me what a trooper I was being, the assistant nurse was holding my hand telling me to squeeze hard if I needed to and some other random person was rubbing my legs telling me it would all be over soon. I felt quite the five year old for a while and waited for someone to tell me what a brave girl I was being. After it was all over the assistant nurse patched me up quite neatly and I was amazed at how quickly it had gone. As you can see in the photo below I didn't look too bad.
From there I moved over to the skilled hands of the plastic surgeon who was to repair the hole in my nose and my split lip. Everything was as it should have been. I was prepped and had an IV hooked up to my hand and as they wheeled me into the operating room they started me on the anesthesia. And that was all I remembered until I heard someone in the back of my dream telling me to wiggle my toes which I obviously did because they then left me alone saying I was fine. My face felt tight with the swelling but I wasn't in any pain at that time. However, I must have looked awful because when Alex walked in he looked quite shocked at my appearance.
And indeed I did look awful - so bad that you have to click on the link to see the photos. If you're a little put off by blood and gore don't click on the links
IMG_2400.jpg
IMG_2401.jpg
Everytime I look at these pictures I wonder to myself, what was Michael Jackson thinking to go through however many nose jobs he had? I was in terrible pain all day yesterday and was so thankful for the vicodin although I hated being in such a groggy state. Today, I'm just on tylenol so feeling much better.
And finally, Boo knew I wasn't feeling well and here she is keeping me company.
IMG_2403.jpg
If anyone from work is reading this - I will not be in on Monday morning.