On The Mend

Hey Y'all

Thank you guys soooooooooooo much for all the wonderful get well wishes, they are very much appreciated.

Sorry I haven't been up to posting, I was rather heavy-headed until most of the anesthesia was out of my system. All things considered though this has been one of my easiest recoveries to date. Here's how everything's been going...
-The pain has been practically non-existant, a little sore at times, but nothing compared to a Fanny flare-up
-I think I've eaten my weight in bread and butter
-Spoonfuls of honey were useful when my throat hurt
-Helen has been protecting me from everything she deems evil
-I've received a bunch of awesome cards... I've gotta share some of the best ones with y'all
-The staples used to seal the wound ache sometimes
-I can bare some weight on my leg :)

I also asked for pictures of Fanny since she was a unique little mofo, and without further ado I present them to you guys... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I GIVE YOU FANNY!!!!! If you have a weak stomach and or no sense of humor, look away.

Why yes I draw google-y eyes on pictures of tumors, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT!  Now that I'm feeling better I should be able to get back to blogging regularly :)

Crippie's Tippie - Drawing faces on your tumors is an excellent way to freak people out

Cripplefest!!!

Ohai Everybody!

In case you guys are wondering why I usually post at insane hours of the night...
a) I'm still on a college student sleep schedule
b) I think I do my best work at night... at least I like to think that
c) I'm usually in pain during the night and blogging helps distract me.
Choice "c" is the reason tonight. My hip freaking hurts. Apart from the feeling that a lead balloon is expanding in my hip socket (arthritis) me thinks that either a tendon or a ligament has caught somewhere in the hip joint (MHE). In other words, I'm in a lot of discomfort and pain right now. The pain meds I take should kick in soon, but in the meantime... OUCHIES!

However, I'm not going to let a little problem like acute pain get in the way of the awesome weekend I had. This weekend was CRIPPLEFEST, the day where me and some of my fellow cripple that have MHE get to hang out. While Cripplefest was small this year, only 4 cripples, we had a wide array of people. Even though we varied in ages from mid 50s to 10 years old and have only been in the same room with one another for maybe a few hours, we feel like family. My cripples and I had a dandy time competing in scar wars (I won), surgery wars (I won), asshole doctor awards (didn't win), and impressive tumor awards (didn't win... RIP Pointy). One of the other cripples and I had a dandy time discussing our hatred for high-heeled shoes (they royally hurt our ankles) and how flats need to be prettier. It really is fun to be able to talk with people who are in the same boat that you are. Cripplefest is probably the only day a year when I truly feel "normal".

A group of Crippie's Tippie's for fellow Crippies- If your doctor doesn't know about your disability... find another doctor. If your doctor knows about your disability but continues to screw up... find another doctor. If your doctor doesn't listen to you... say it with me everyone FIND ANOTHER DOCTOR!

Pointy- A Tribute

Greetings,

On January 11th I experienced a loss. My favorite tumor, Pointy, was surgically removed from my wrist. I wanted to pay tribute to my favorite lil' tumor with a lil' blog post.

Pointy was a little bad-ass tumor. He liked to be very visible on my wrist and freak people out. He liked being visible with out being painful. I liked that in a tumor. He was my display tumor. When people asked what was wrong with me I showed them Pointy and they got the picture. One day Pointy decided that he needed to spread his wings and he started growing. He grew so much that he could have broken the skin given the opportunity. So I decided to give Pointy the Ol' Yeller treatment and set him free.

(yes, that's actually Pointy) If you're grossed out by that, try living with it in your wrist.

So now I am fully recovered and have a dandy new scar on my wrist, but the memories of Pointy will always remain. Fare well Pointy, I hope you are enjoying annoying the crap out of things in tumor heaven.

Crippie's Tippie of the Day- Naming your tumors and paying tribute to them is an awesome way to freak people out.