January 8, 2018

Three days on

Posted in Health stuff, January tagged , , , at 12:02 pm by viewfromthisdesk

Or, my appointment with the dishy South African with the big chopper.

 

So, Friday was the Big Day.  After two years of saving up and then nine weeks of waiting for the consultant to not be on holiday I finally had my operation to remove my scars.

These scars have been an issue for a while.  Not only were they ugly and obvious and itchy and annoying, they also made me feel really self conscious.  I can hide the scar in my bikini line from my one operation, I can ignore the two in my belly button from the other operations.  I can kinda cover the one on my back from where I blistered up after getting sunburnt aged 16.  I cannot cover the four on my ears.  I suffer from keloid scarring, it’s a body’s over reaction to trauma or injury.  In my case, operations and piercings.  These are not normal scars, these are red or purple, they are raised and shiny and quite large.  The four on my ears were about the size of marrowfat peas, hardly subtle.

I’m not a vain sort of person but on the odd occasion that I made an effort, I’d be aware that these scars were something I couldn’t hide.  Someone commented after the wedding last August that I had really cool earrings that day.  All I could think was ‘Great, so they noticed the lumpy scars too’.

The operation itself was not fun.  He cut the scars off by burning.  And then he scraped off the burnt bit and burnt it again.  Four different areas.  I wasn’t nervous about the operation I was only concerned about the smell.  I’ve had bits of me burnt in a medical and accidental way before, it stinks.  This isn’t like catching yourself on the side of the iron.  Needless to say, after Friday I won’t be roasting pork for a while.

Once the local aesthetic wore off (about two hours)  I was a bit (understatement) grumpy.  I had been warned it might sting a bit (no lie) but no one warned me about how itchy it would be.  Oh my goodness I could have taken a metal scouring pad to my ears quite happily.

The weekend was not without it’s productiveness.  I wore my magical manatee pyjama trousers with no shame, I read lots, I watched films, I crafted.  I ate a lot of biscuits just to keep my hands busy so I wouldn’t poke and scratch.

Fast forward three days and I now just have black scabs where the lumps were.  The daft thing is, these scabs are probably more obvious that the lumps were.  Maybe people didn’t notice the scars – maybe people noticed but didn’t care – what’s important is that I noticed and I cared.

I’m not allowed to complain about the oozing yellow gank that’s coming from the areas (yellow is good apparently, I just have to worry if it goes red and hot) or the fact the sites are super itchy.  I chose to have this happen.  I decided to pay a scary amount of money to have this done to me.  And I have signed up to have four very painful (and equally expensive) follow up appointments where they will inject the scar tissue areas with steroids to try and stop them coming back.

 

This is my first selfish act of 2018 and with time, I know it’ll be worth it.

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