Lizzy McFly

Had a horrible day yesterday.  Ugh-ola.  I had my Tysabri infusion on Wednesday.  It went really well.  We had it finished within twenty minutes last month, which made me feel rather ill for the evening and the next two days.  Too quick for my little, wussy body.  I mentioned it to the nurse and she said we would do it over an hour this time.  I still felt like poo the next day, but that’s how it’s always been.  I’ll feel a little better tomorrow and quite a bit better on Sunday.  Life is good!  Well, it was until the following day.  I had to go back to the surgeon who did my sinus and septum surgery.  I’ve been a little stressed about this appointment since I last saw him in July.  He mentioned that some scar tissue had formed since my surgery, and it would be beneficial for him to cut it out.  Ugh, I almost passed out when he mentioned it.  Seriously, I’ve been thinking about how yucky it would be for two months.  Still, if it will help, then let’s get it done!  When I walked into his office, I noticed there was a big, honkin’ dog with his owner on the bench outside of his office (still inside the building).  I figured they wouldn’t be lingering too long.  They were super busy that day.  I was a tad stressed about my upcoming procedure, so the guy that sat across from me, smacking his lips about twice a second, wasn’t helping my stress level too much.  Fortunately, he was drowned out when a screaming kid that came into the waiting room.  Ugh.  I eventually got called into the exam room.  I still wasn’t too nervous, as I was feeling pretty lousy from my Tysabri infusion the day before.  I was actually somewhat out of it.  The doctor came in and checked my schnoze.  He said everything looked good and if I was breathing OK, he wouldn’t need to slice open the scar tissue.  I said that I was having issues when using the Medi-Rinse (aka Neti-pot).  It wasn’t flowing out the right side.  I asked if him cutting through my scar tissue (and my will to live) would help this situation.  He said it would so I replied, go for it but make it snappy.  I don’t have time for this silliness.  He pulled out a needle the length of my pinky finger (seriously) and said “Don’t panic.”  Yeah, I get right on that request.  No panicking here. He shoved it up my nose, and as I waited for it to come out the top of my head, he started the joyous flow of freezing medication.  It didn’t feel too nice, I must say.  It ran down the back of my throat, so I couldn’t breathe out of my mouth, plus I obviously couldn’t breathe through my nose.  I have really dainty, wussy lungs, so I was quickly running out of air.  He finally finished and I look a wonderful breath of air, while tasting the vile freezing meds that ran down my throat and into my mouth.  In all fairness, he did warn me it would taste horrible.  Next, he looked for his cleaver – or whatever tool of destruction he would use to excise my wretched scar tissue.  He said he would have to get his scissors from the other room.  I pictured him coming back with a pair of hedge trimmers.  Yeah, this is way too much fun.  He came back with some scissors and used these spreader thingies to pry open my right nostril.  He shoved the scissors up there and snipped out the scar tissue.  I can still hear the tissue being cut plus the pressure of everything else going on.  I still felt somewhat decent, despite the not-so-pleasant exerercism I was going through. He then said “You’re going to feel a little pressure”  Yeah, I heard that from my neurologist before she shoved the spinal tap needle into my back.  I knew it wasn’t going to be fun.  He shoved packing so far up my nose that my feet tingled.  He said it would eventually and hopefully dissolve.  I’m still refraining from sneezing so that bloody, yucky packing doesn’t fly out of my nose.  Anyway, I didn’t think it went too bad, except for that fact that it was horrible.  We chatted for a bit after, then I got up and walked out of the exam room.  Instantly, I felt very nauseous.  Fortunately, I didn’t eat yet that morning, so I didn’t think I would hurl in his office.  I walked out into the waiting room, which was completely packed.  There was even one dude standing up.  I tried to reach for the door-knob, but was already starting to lose consciousness.  I missed the knob and my body waved and crashed into the coat rack next to the door.  I managed to reach out with both hands to open the door, thinking that I just needed to get out of there before passing out onto someone’s lap.  I was finally able to open the door.  I was so grateful that the guy and his massive dog that were on the bench outside the office were gone.  I just made it over to the bench as everything went bight white then black.  I’m sure it was only seconds later that I came to and was all sprawled out on the bench, below of which was completely covered in dog hair.  I quickly went into shock – sweating like crazy, chills, shaking pretty bad.  I knew I needed to make it to my car to try to recover.  I made it out there, put the a/c on full blast and went into the fetal position.  A friend texted me and asked how it went – I told him what just happened.  He said he would come out there and we could go for a Timmy’s, just down the road.  He came by within minutes and I was able to recover while sipping on a coffee at Tim Hortons.  I’m so appreciative that there are people like him that care and are willing to help.  There was no way I could have driven back to work while in that state.