|Suaguaro National Park, Tucson, AZ|
Sometimes. Today was one of those times.
The drainage from my tubes had slowed enough that they could most likely come out - but they couldn't come out without permission from the doctor, and I'd been reaching the doctor via his most competent nurse - who happens to be on vacation until Tuesday. Which meant I'd have to live with the irritation through another weekend.
I called the office, got hold of a young girl who transferred me to Mary, who took the time to track down the doctor, who said, "Yes, the tubes can come out."
I got hold of my local doctor friend, who came over right after her work was complete, and took the d*mn things out for me. It hurt for about ten seconds when she did it.
I can't describe how good it feels to be pain-free for the first time in over two weeks. (The fact she had me take a full dose of my happy-pain pills just before she did the procedure probably helps just a bit, but hey - if you can get away with it...)
I can take a deep breath. I can reach overhead. I will be able to sleep on my side. Tears keep leaking from the corners of my eyes - it feels so good to be able to finally begin to heal. Hallelujah!