Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Mind Over Matter

Twelve hours from now I will have a new accoutrement. This one's even better than the surgical drain.

First I'll be sedated, and then, about an hour later, I'll wake up with this thing—a port—implanted under my skin, somewhere in the vicinity of my right bra strap.

It's for my own good, blah blah blah.

It'll be a direct line to a major blood supply, blah blah blah.

It means no more excavating to find a vein in my arm, blah blah blah.

After a while I won't even notice it, blah blah blah.

OK, but I'm still going to have this thing. Implanted. Under my skin. For a year.

Have I mentioned that I'm squeamish?

No, really.

My new mantra:

I will not freak out about the port.
I will not freak out about the port.
I will not freak out about the port.


Anonymous Christine said...

So--this is pretty neat, huh? Not only are you involved in what some might call "space age" medical technology, it seems you are becoming a piece of that technology yourself. Terminator & Star Trek fans everywhere will jealous!! You will have a port as a semi-permanent part of your body therby hovering excitingly close to cyborg-dom. You could even give your port a name like "Number One". Make it so!! (If you do give it a name, please share) Inquiring minds also want to know if you will set off any kind of alarms or beepers during the time you are "one" with the port?

February 9, 2006 7:04 AM  

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