When I saw the thread I didn't know what to expect. lol

Sucks it had to hit you in the ******* eye man. I don't know what would be worse; eye, nose, or teeth. Probably eye.

Hydrocodone is SUPER addictive. At least it was for me. I was taking the **** for a few months before I finally couldn't get any more refills and I don't even like to take advil, motrin, etc.

Good luck with everything, ohh and sorry about that. lol

 

Id be dead now

Nah, no one would but you most likely lol

 

Took the Hydrocodone 750/7.5 for 5 days straight. Definitely helped me sleep. Cut it out yesterday with no problems.

The CT scan looks bad...but it's worse running your fingers over a big dent in your own skull. Definitely an odd feeling.

 

I minimized my dosage to what I required to not scream out loud constantly. I was warned of dependence and was cautious. If you have no more than is needed for the pain, there is no euphoria. And I have a couple left if I ever throw out my back or something.



Sixteen staples of joy:

 

Good grief, you look like a football.

 

I've never thought about it, but that is pretty funny.

 

Vagina head lol

 

The movie teeth comes to mind...

 

This thread makes me want to wear a full-face helmet just to walk out the front door.

 

What the **** did you do to yourself?

 

I had a brain tumor removed. Under the stapled area they sawcut a 2x2 inch section of skull as an entryway. It was a joyous experience. I would hate to have to go through what Mark is enduring now.

On the lighter side, my perspective regarding a good day versus a bad one was recalibrated during those weeks of recovery. A fellow can find himself yearning for normal, boring, and ordinary in a way that I did not think possible. Every simple day devoid of intense suffering is a gift to be thankful for and should be savored.

 

Last night I told my wife I was scared of horses. She asked why and I said: because they are bigger than me and can kill me, and since they dont speak english, im not sure if they are going to kill me or not.

She then said my fear was irrational because Im never around horses and I shouldn't even think I have this fear.

Moral: dont trust horses.

 

Mark:

Walk it off.

jk...+1 on being careful with the narcotics

Steve:

 

 

Yea I had this same feeling after I had my back surgery. It really makes you appreciate everything you have. And yea I had pretty bad withdrawals when I stopped taking my hydrocodon.

 

See, now that I have no problem with. The took you into a nice, controlled environment, did some measuring, built a 3d CAD model of your head, got everything lined up, made straight cuts, lifted out an intact and regularly-formed piece of your skull, did a bit of noodling around in there with a sharp, clean knife, probably had a nice conversation with you while they were in there, let you look at the hot nurse, etc.

They didn't just jump out from behind a tree, whack you on the top of the skull with a hammer and say "Ok, that's good enough."


I am curious about one thing- given the relative invasiveness of open surgery- what are the criteria in a situation such as that which determine whether to open the skull or treat the tumor via stereotactic radiosurgery?

 

If you ask a man with a knife how to cut something he will give you a different answer than the man holding a chainsaw. In my case they did both. Not knife and chainsaw, but knife and then the focused beam radiation. The tumor was large enough to require mechanical removal because the amount of radiation required to remove it by radiation alone would have been significant. They were not able to get all of it with a knife because of its proximity to a blood vessel that would leak during the slashing and gouging phase. They elected to finish a couple of weeks later with the focused radiation.

By the way, for the radiation treatment it was incredibly painful when the doc bolted the metal frame into my skull while I was conscious using sharpened stainless bolts and a 3/8 wrench. Topical anesthetics can kiss my ***. I still have the scars in my forehead where the front two bolts were wrenched through my skin and into my skull.

 

Now see, that's the stuff of nightmares.

Yes, I look liked I got hit in the face by one of the Klitschkos, but it happened in an instant. I had a bead on what would have been the 3rd out of the inning, and then a split second later I lost the ball, got smacked, and then was down on the ground. I didn't lose consciousness but I was in shock, so everything was pretty muted.

But someone actively tightening sharpened bolts into my head while I watch AND I CAN'T GET AWAY??? That's nasty.

 

Dammit! Just found out that the new CT scan revealed more fracturing that the surgeon originally thought. Definitely no way he can go in through a brow incision, so that means he'll be doing a big scalp incision and peeling my face down off my forehead.

 

crap, sorry to hear man