Yep this is the mask that squishes my face (and head bumps) into place everyday. I don't think I can even open my eyes much sometimes. Monday was really tough. I guess my head was so swollen that the mask barely fit. It was ridiculously uncomfortable. I almost told them there was no way I could handle it, but I made it through...somehow. I talked with my doctor afterward (Mondays are see-the-doc days), and she said to try squishing it down with some gauze that I wrap around my head. That would actually keep some of the fluid from accumulating under my skin. Sounded like a good idea to me (albeit rather gross, if it was happening to someone else and I was reading about it). So now I'm a gauze-wearing freak of nature. It actually does feel kind of nice though...strangely. It was the same when I was in the hospital (I can't believe it's been over a month since the surgery now). It's like I don't quite have to worry about my brains falling out of my head (I think I just reminded myself of Peter Jackson's Bad Taste). It just kind of holds it all in place. I think it's kind of my secret security blanky. Twenty-nine and still holding on to a security blanky...nice.
Thursday, April 15
1/3 the way to the light at the end
Yep this is the mask that squishes my face (and head bumps) into place everyday. I don't think I can even open my eyes much sometimes. Monday was really tough. I guess my head was so swollen that the mask barely fit. It was ridiculously uncomfortable. I almost told them there was no way I could handle it, but I made it through...somehow. I talked with my doctor afterward (Mondays are see-the-doc days), and she said to try squishing it down with some gauze that I wrap around my head. That would actually keep some of the fluid from accumulating under my skin. Sounded like a good idea to me (albeit rather gross, if it was happening to someone else and I was reading about it). So now I'm a gauze-wearing freak of nature. It actually does feel kind of nice though...strangely. It was the same when I was in the hospital (I can't believe it's been over a month since the surgery now). It's like I don't quite have to worry about my brains falling out of my head (I think I just reminded myself of Peter Jackson's Bad Taste). It just kind of holds it all in place. I think it's kind of my secret security blanky. Twenty-nine and still holding on to a security blanky...nice.
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