Relations,
I send out this communique due to some medical news that has blown me into an anxiety attack and the need for an emergency puff of the inhaler. Let me talk of this news...
...I called my doctor's clinic earlier today because of body fluids from the area of "the wound". My pillow is polka-dotted with spots of blood mixed in with my fluids. I was able to feel scab material there earlier when I had called. He-Who-Is-From-The-South, called back shortly after to pass on that He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, wants me back on the post surgery anti-biotic ointment. My question then was "should I continue to use the silicone disk in the night?"...
...He-From-The-South, was to call me back with doctors instructions. I have instructed myself to discontinue the silicone disc.
Just passed 1600 I had this brilliant idea to have a look and see to gather a better picture of what was going on at the site of this wound. Well, I found the source of the bloody discharge and it was not at the site of the latest surgery-that-required-up-to-last-week-to-heal, this rubbish that is coming from my skull is at the base of my implant! There is ugly fluids that have passed from the implant and have created a round ring of material at the base of this abutment/implant.
So, and why yes, I freaked...
...and I called the clinic back in a state of unrest with this latest news. I am sick to know that I have suffered with these pains and this discomfort for quite some time and simply brushed them off...
..."oh, they're just neurological nerve pains", I've said again and then again. That's why I eat a certain large white pill, and then with what even, how many surgery's have we had on this side of my skull, so why not just brush it off. I have. And I did.
Then just a spell ago, I had a look and see. Shit!
I now await further instruction from He-Who-Has-Touched-My-Brain. This is not a normal type of thing. No, really it is not. I know, because I'm the one with the hole-in-the-head. It is 1723.
Damn it.
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