The surgery is tentatively scheduled for Tuesday morning, but at this point, it seems unlikely as I'm sporting a 100F fever and some seriously nasty tonsils. Add a touch of cough. This actually sucks because I was all geared up and ready to go.
The severity of the situation has been laid out in detail and I understand everyone's concern: my thyroid is massive and has grown well below my sternum. It's causing a moderate compression of my trachea. From the doc and the surgeon's standpoint, it's , "HOLY CRAP, HE CAN'T BREATHE!" From my perspective, it's something that I've just been dealing with because I've always had crappy breathing.
So, the big bugger is coming out. Maybe not this week, but surely as soon as I'm well enough.
Saturday was an MRI and tomorrow is a bronchoscopy to measure my airway. Dude knocks me out and shoves a ruler down my throat. Sweet!
I decided to Googlestalk my surgeon. He's a very well known surgeon who seems to be quite good at what he does. A little extra hunting led me to his Twitter and Facebook pages; he only has 14 friends. Unacceptable. I only allow people with more than 20 friends to perform surgery on me. :)
About Me
- Z
- I misplaced the universe for a few years. Turns out that it had been stuck to my back all along. So, here I am, staring headlong into this freshly uncompressed reality, all agog with wonder at all the old things. I'm exploring all of the old hidey holes, and creating a few new ones, too. The daily grind funds my exploration and experimentation with the universe. I'm an amazing cook, but I rarely cook for others, and my frequent culinary experimentation often produces nearly as much pain as pleasure, and I'm absolutely OK with that. I'm also great at turning delicious, unhealthy recipes into delicious, healthy ones. I write a poorly written food blog documenting all of my experimentation.
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