I felt something underneath. It was hard. I thought it was part of the procedure. I did not mind it for years.
I felt something underneath. A bump. It scared the bejesus out of me. I had the bump consulted. And I showed the something I felt back in 2001. The something was shrugged off as if it was nothing. But the bump was not and was surgically removed a few days later.
A pimple grew near the something underneath. It refused to go away. It scared the bejesus out of me. I had the pimple consulted. And I showed the something I felt back in 2001. The pimple and the something were not shrugged off as if they were nothing. It turned out the something was an incisional henia. And the pimple was not a pimple but my body’s reaction to the hernia.
The past month has been a little bit crazy. I’ve been going in and out of the hospital to undergo tests. My blood has been brought and tested in MMC, St. Luke’s, TMC, and the NKC. At one time a couple of bruises appeared on my arm, apparently an effect of all the blood extractions. On another, a radioactive liquid was inserted into my system. I wished I was going to gain superpowers from the test. I did not. I was still plain old Scud with a tiny part of my intestines protruding out of my abdomen.
So here I am. Getting ready to be sliced again. My third in a decade. I will no longer look good naked after this. And I’m going to miss the opening of the new X-Men film and my Bohol trip. Sucks.