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Monday May 11, 2009 #
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rhr:55 weight:135.5lbs
Back to the doctor's today for minor surgery. I always thought that "minor surgery" was, as the saying goes, surgery that happens to someone else, but this was truly minor -- removal of some bits of graphite fibers from my right palm.
Those fibers had been comfortably residing there for about 9 months. They were originally part of the shaft of my 5-wood, and it got a little banged up over the years, and at some point last summer in letting the shaft slide through my hand I got speared, reasonably painfully so, though the pain may have been as much from the stupidity as the actually wound. I extracted most of it, but not all. And since then it bothered me most of the time not at all, but every once in a while if I would grab something wrong, I'd get quite a sharp jolt of pain. But never quite enough to do something about it.
When I mentioned it to my doc last week, he said he could take care of it, no big deal. My lingering thought was that he was excited to do a little old-fashioned medicine instead of just the usual GP stuff.
Anyway, I showed up this morning first thing, somewhat anxious but not bad. A shot of painkiller to make things possible, and after a couple of minutes he went at it. And after about 5 or 10 minutes of cutting and poking and mainly trying to soak up my blood so he could see, all he had produced was one sliver of graphite, about 1/16th long. Time for plan B.
So far part of the blood control operation had been a cuff around my arm, inflated to just more than my blood pressure. Took this off for a moment, raised my hand way up to drain the veins ("That looks better, nice and pale."), and then cranked the cuff up an extra 20 points to see if that would help.
Much better, and before long a couple of longer pieces had come out, and he looked around a little more and decided he was done. One stitch went in, a lot of blood got wiped up, and I was happily sent on my way. Now I'll just have to see if that improves things.
Note: I was also sent happily on my way by results of most of my blood test. PSA is .006, which is excellent (0 is the goal, but this is close enough to just be considered "noise"). Cholesterol is 203, which is a little high but also a little better than before, and the HDL part is 75, also better than before and excellent. Other stuff was in the normal range, though I did notice that something called hematocrit was 41.0 and on the low end of normal. I think this is the number the cyclists try to get at 49.9 (more than 50 will flunk a drug test), so I maybe need some EPO. Or maybe just get out the door and train a little more.
Those fibers had been comfortably residing there for about 9 months. They were originally part of the shaft of my 5-wood, and it got a little banged up over the years, and at some point last summer in letting the shaft slide through my hand I got speared, reasonably painfully so, though the pain may have been as much from the stupidity as the actually wound. I extracted most of it, but not all. And since then it bothered me most of the time not at all, but every once in a while if I would grab something wrong, I'd get quite a sharp jolt of pain. But never quite enough to do something about it.
When I mentioned it to my doc last week, he said he could take care of it, no big deal. My lingering thought was that he was excited to do a little old-fashioned medicine instead of just the usual GP stuff.
Anyway, I showed up this morning first thing, somewhat anxious but not bad. A shot of painkiller to make things possible, and after a couple of minutes he went at it. And after about 5 or 10 minutes of cutting and poking and mainly trying to soak up my blood so he could see, all he had produced was one sliver of graphite, about 1/16th long. Time for plan B.
So far part of the blood control operation had been a cuff around my arm, inflated to just more than my blood pressure. Took this off for a moment, raised my hand way up to drain the veins ("That looks better, nice and pale."), and then cranked the cuff up an extra 20 points to see if that would help.
Much better, and before long a couple of longer pieces had come out, and he looked around a little more and decided he was done. One stitch went in, a lot of blood got wiped up, and I was happily sent on my way. Now I'll just have to see if that improves things.
Note: I was also sent happily on my way by results of most of my blood test. PSA is .006, which is excellent (0 is the goal, but this is close enough to just be considered "noise"). Cholesterol is 203, which is a little high but also a little better than before, and the HDL part is 75, also better than before and excellent. Other stuff was in the normal range, though I did notice that something called hematocrit was 41.0 and on the low end of normal. I think this is the number the cyclists try to get at 49.9 (more than 50 will flunk a drug test), so I maybe need some EPO. Or maybe just get out the door and train a little more.
road running 35:06 [3] 4.35 mi (8:04 / mi)
Couldn't fond any EPO in the house so had to go for a run. In town, flat, felt no so bad and was putting out a decent effort by the end.
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A little excitement on the south side of town Saturday evening, mini-tornado, relocated one of the old tobacco barns....
