My face. Totally bummed. Did I say I didn’t care about disfigurement? I lied. Needles and blood, plenty of that. We started at 9 AM and finished at 4:30 PM. We went three rounds of numbing, cutting, and checking until all the cancer was out (it's called Moh's surgery). I went back into the little room of horrors for the 4th time and was told good news – they got it all. Bad news, we can’t really do a repair job now because we don’t know how this mess is going to heal. We can: A) skin graft but it’ll need plastic surgery later; B) cut a big notch up to my nose and sew the skin together but then I’ll likely have something weird on my lip that needs plastic surgery; or C) leave a big gaping hole and let it heal naturally…then see if plastic surgery is needed. I told him C sounded like the best option and he agreed. So, I have a hole about the size of a nickel on and above my lip. I have to change the bandage 3 times a day and when I got a good look at that mess last night, I wasn’t sure if I was going to black out or puke. Obviously I was not cut out to be in the medical profession.
What else? Should I bitch about my chairman? I finished all the courses in my doctoral program and I must have been short-changed. I didn’t get the course on being an asshole. The man (when he bothers to answer at all) answers my questions with questions. Why can’t he just give me a straight answer – like ever????? The only reason he replied to my email was because I told him if he didn’t reply within 48 hours, I was going to call him! God forbid he should have to actually speak to me. I’ve talked to a couple of others in my cohort who have assholes for chairmen/women. Maybe it’s a requirement to qualify as a dissertation chair-person that you must be a disinterested jerk.
Well, that’s pretty much all the negativity I can spread for now. Back to work... I don't even think I could drink with this damn hole - maybe with a straw...but I can't imagine getting alcohol in it. It makes me cringe to think about it. :( OK...now back to work.