Tuesday, September 30
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Making it through the day with a reasonable amount of composure.
Since I had a consultation with a doctor at 9:30 am, but the clinic was an hour or so away, and it takes me about an hour to get up and get ready...well, and early start. Or more accurately, just not sleeping.
My Sweetie kindly and generously took a day off of work to take me to the appointment, and I'm glad he did since I would have been cross eyed from lack of sleep.
At first, the clinic looked like another dead end, because it was another stand alone clinic (not a hospital) in a parking lot, and when we were in the waiting room, the patients were moving through very quickly, as if they were just seeing the doctor long enough to get a prescription renewed. It didn't feel like a place where I would be consulting with a surgeon.
So, that was discouraging.
However, I did get to see the actual surgeon. For whatever reason, I guess she sees patients in this clinic, and then makes the actual appointment later for the surgery in the actual hospital. Isn't that weird? Maybe it isn't, and I just have no idea how things work.
Yes, I'm very nervous about the idea of surgery and getting a pretty large lipoma removed. It's probably going to be a large incision, and there will be a scar.
I go back and forth about whether I need this done, but for the past ten years give or take, I've had this big lump just behind my armpit. It means I don't feel comfortable going swimming, wearing even a short sleeved shirt (it shows in the sleeve) or some tighter shirts. I'm always wearing clothes that are longer sleeved, loose, layers.
It would be nice to wear a spaghetti strap top or go swimming, or just know that if I wear a shirt there won't be that weird bump showing.
It's a small issue from many perspectives, but it creates a persistent awareness on a daily basis.
After that, we popped into a drug mart to pick up a Water Pic. I've heard a lot about how these things can improve oral health, and I would like to cut down on the cavities, though at this point I think most of what I think are molars are actually sculpted dental material. No lie. They're barely teeth anymore.
There was an item for sale on marketplace that I wanted to probably buy, on our way. It's a set of shafts for a mini pony that can be attached to a type of plastic utility sled to make a pony sled. Actual proper pony sleds are not that common, so some people do this. Then you could also use the pony and sled for hauling a square hay bale, or a load of fire wood.
So, I'm interested in trying that.
The shafts looked to be what I was looking for, so we did buy them.
Then we went to the riding barn WAY early for me (I normally have a ride time at 6 pm, we went today with R's permission at noon).
River was okay, but his general low energy self. He was responsive to cues, but felt detached.
It was nice to chat with another rider I don't see a lot, and to R and her family, as everyone was around doing their normal routine.
Then we went home, ate, and my husband went out and did more work on the sheds while I tried to have a nap.
We weren't done for the day though.
We had to go to town in the OTHER direction to attend the general meeting for the pottery studio, and it was perfect that my husband could attend (he is also a member of the craft center).
It feel very important these days that actual engaged members show up at these meetings. We have a TON of new members who I think only see themselves as taking pottery lessons, not as full, decision making members of the studio.
What a dangerous thing that is, to just coast along, trusting a very small group of people to make good decisions for everyone else, and not caring about how things are run, or how the money is spent, or sharing in the work load of making everything run smoothly. To give up your right to participate in governance.
The meeting went smoothly, and I feel like the efforts of the Communications Committee were appreciated.
I did feel that one query I had about the acquisition of some new shelving was not answered satisfactorily, and I'm not sure what to think about that.
Finally, after the meeting, we were able to come home so my Sweetie could go to bed.
Making it through the day with a reasonable amount of composure.
Since I had a consultation with a doctor at 9:30 am, but the clinic was an hour or so away, and it takes me about an hour to get up and get ready...well, and early start. Or more accurately, just not sleeping.
My Sweetie kindly and generously took a day off of work to take me to the appointment, and I'm glad he did since I would have been cross eyed from lack of sleep.
At first, the clinic looked like another dead end, because it was another stand alone clinic (not a hospital) in a parking lot, and when we were in the waiting room, the patients were moving through very quickly, as if they were just seeing the doctor long enough to get a prescription renewed. It didn't feel like a place where I would be consulting with a surgeon.
So, that was discouraging.
However, I did get to see the actual surgeon. For whatever reason, I guess she sees patients in this clinic, and then makes the actual appointment later for the surgery in the actual hospital. Isn't that weird? Maybe it isn't, and I just have no idea how things work.
Yes, I'm very nervous about the idea of surgery and getting a pretty large lipoma removed. It's probably going to be a large incision, and there will be a scar.
I go back and forth about whether I need this done, but for the past ten years give or take, I've had this big lump just behind my armpit. It means I don't feel comfortable going swimming, wearing even a short sleeved shirt (it shows in the sleeve) or some tighter shirts. I'm always wearing clothes that are longer sleeved, loose, layers.
It would be nice to wear a spaghetti strap top or go swimming, or just know that if I wear a shirt there won't be that weird bump showing.
It's a small issue from many perspectives, but it creates a persistent awareness on a daily basis.
After that, we popped into a drug mart to pick up a Water Pic. I've heard a lot about how these things can improve oral health, and I would like to cut down on the cavities, though at this point I think most of what I think are molars are actually sculpted dental material. No lie. They're barely teeth anymore.
There was an item for sale on marketplace that I wanted to probably buy, on our way. It's a set of shafts for a mini pony that can be attached to a type of plastic utility sled to make a pony sled. Actual proper pony sleds are not that common, so some people do this. Then you could also use the pony and sled for hauling a square hay bale, or a load of fire wood.
So, I'm interested in trying that.
The shafts looked to be what I was looking for, so we did buy them.
Then we went to the riding barn WAY early for me (I normally have a ride time at 6 pm, we went today with R's permission at noon).
River was okay, but his general low energy self. He was responsive to cues, but felt detached.
It was nice to chat with another rider I don't see a lot, and to R and her family, as everyone was around doing their normal routine.
Then we went home, ate, and my husband went out and did more work on the sheds while I tried to have a nap.
We weren't done for the day though.
We had to go to town in the OTHER direction to attend the general meeting for the pottery studio, and it was perfect that my husband could attend (he is also a member of the craft center).
It feel very important these days that actual engaged members show up at these meetings. We have a TON of new members who I think only see themselves as taking pottery lessons, not as full, decision making members of the studio.
What a dangerous thing that is, to just coast along, trusting a very small group of people to make good decisions for everyone else, and not caring about how things are run, or how the money is spent, or sharing in the work load of making everything run smoothly. To give up your right to participate in governance.
The meeting went smoothly, and I feel like the efforts of the Communications Committee were appreciated.
I did feel that one query I had about the acquisition of some new shelving was not answered satisfactorily, and I'm not sure what to think about that.
Finally, after the meeting, we were able to come home so my Sweetie could go to bed.
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Date: 2025-10-01 04:32 pm (UTC)I understand about how the lipoma can wear on you. Just noticing something like that, over and over, can be distressing. That's how I feel about my mastectomy scars.
For what it's worth, I'll always had to meet with surgeons in their office before scheduling the surgery at the hospital. But that's US medicine.
Do you have a date for surgery yet? Know if you'll be under anesthesia?
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Date: 2025-10-01 10:34 pm (UTC)She feels confident that the lipoma is completely encapsulated and not attached to other tissues or glands, so the next appointment is for the removal.
We've already done an ultrasound to make sure that it IS purely fat.
She says it will be done as a local.
So, I'm worried that I'll be anxious, but I have had stitches and such before. Hopefully it won't be too dramatic.
Her office will call and make an appointment with me soon.
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Date: 2025-10-03 05:18 am (UTC)My hospital gives major surgery patients calming medication, but I didn't know it when I was there... was pretty calm, har har.
Scars bring strength - like Harry Potter's.
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Date: 2025-10-03 09:52 am (UTC)Are there people out there who are totally chill about being awake while they cut into your body to pull out a chunk of it?
The surgeon knows. No mention of calming meds.
This is considered a minor surgery.
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Date: 2025-10-05 06:13 am (UTC)https://www.canada.ca/en/services/benefits/dental/dental-care-plan.html
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