Second time

Pride goeth before a fall. My second expansion was yesterday. I was feeling pretty cocky, a couple of people had told me it would hurt, but it had been merely uncomfortable.

The doctor only put in 30 ml (first time was 50) in three groups of 10 ml each, a little more than a tablespoon (28 ml). So I figured I would get my inflation, then go to the Wednesday night Slow Foods Organic Market, maybe eat dinner at El Templo while I was there.

The doctor put in the first injection, it didn’t really hurt in my breast area, but what did what hurt was a shooting pain that went down my arm, to my elbow, ending at my wrist. My doctor is practicing his English on me, I taught him some new words.

I think he hit a nerve, he thinks he might have injected the saline solution too quickly. Thankfully, the following two “fillings” didn’t hurt. Unfortunately, the first one was so painful that I felt like I was going to vomit. My pain tolerances are pretty high, but this really threw me.

When we were done, I sat down in the waiting area waiting for the pain and nausea to subside. Dr. Lechuga sent his assistant out to check on me, but I assured her that I felt better.

Normally, after an appointment, I get in the long line to make a new appointment. Since I felt less than stellar I considered skipping this part today, especially since I have an appointment with my oncologist next week and could do it then. The appointment line held only around 10 people, and wonders of all wonders, all three windows were open! I decided that it would just be fast and easy. The wait was short, but the room was warm, the plastic sheeting that covers the glass windows had fallen and the air conditioning seemed to be out. Just before I reached the window, I started to feel faint again, but I toughed it out. Normally, I talk to the clerk, this time, I leaned against the cool glass and metal window,  closed my eyes, and waited quietly.

Mission completed, I decided it would behoove me to just sit quietly outside for a while and read my book. Eventually, I felt better but very tired. Instead of catching a bus like usual, I treated myself to a cab.

Once I got home, I went to bed. I think I fell asleep around 7 pm, which explains why I got up at 5 am this morning.

Duke used to go to all my appointments with me. I don’t mind living alone, but times like this make me realize that I no longer have a partner in my life journey. Several months ago when I was in the outpatient clinic having my stitches replaced, it had occurred to me that no one knew that I was there. Except for the dog and cat, no one was home waiting for me. If something happened to me, who would get notified?

Next time, my friend, Carol, is coming with me. If it all goes well, we’ll go to the Wednesday night Slow Foods Organic Market, and maybe eat dinner at El Templo while we’re there. It’s good to have friends.

About Theresa Diaz Gray

Born in New York City, I grew up in California, and have lived in 3 countries and 6 states. I'm a first generation Cuban-American who lives in Merida, Yucatan, Mexico. I'm committed to living an abundant and creative life and helping others do so too through DIY!

2 comments

  1. Hola Theresa,

    Wow, that sounds kind of intense, especially in the tropical heat. And a little sadistic to make you stand in line for an appointment; there’s got to be a better way, right? But TIM.

    Saludos,

    Kim G
    CDMX, México
    Where so far we have escaped most lines and similar annoyances.

    • The next time I went to the clinic the a/c had been repaired, you can’t just shut down a place that big because of it. I don’t mind the lines, I just figure it’s the price I pay for having good health care. One time I showed up and was number one to see the doctor and only five people were in line. So it averages out in the long run.

      regards,
      Theresa

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