So I forgot to post the other day. Anyway, on Thursday I got a second pint of blood taken. The first was taken a week before that. The first time it took me two hours to calm myself down enough for them to take my blood. This time I came prepared and it only took 45 minutes... I didn't have any trouble keeping myself together this time. Last time I almost passed out. Tons of fun, huh.
At this point its about 3 weeks til my surgery. I'm pretty nervous but I'm also weirdly excited. I have a few more details about whats actually going to happen during and after my surgery.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Hello World
Okay. So I've never blogged anything before, but hopefully one day this can help another young girl feel more comfortable with her body and its curves.
So I'll start this with a little about me. I'm 18 years old, female (as people with scoliosis tend to be) and I'm getting surgery in a few weeks. I'm going to keep this as anonymous as possible so I'm posting under an alias. Just call me Crook.
In my seventh grade year we had mandatory scoliosis screenings in gym class. I didn't want to do them so I had my mother sign a slip of paper that said I didn't have to do it. However, while everyone lined up in the locker room I chickened out and lined up too. The old gym teacher told me that I probably had scoliosis and that I should see my doctor soon. That was fun. I went to the doctor and I still remember what he said. He told me to bend forward at the waist so he could see the curve of my back, so I did. Then he told me to stand back up and sit down. I was diagnosed with adolescent idiopathic scoliosis. (That just means that they have no idea where it came from or what caused it, and I was an adolescent when it showed up.)
I went to an office in a nearby city for a brace - my curve was already pretty bad. They wrapped me in plaster and left me to dry. Thankfully my mother stayed by my side and comforted me. I got cut out and sent home. The next week we went back to pick up my new prison.
That was a hard time for my entire family. I hated my brace and the fact that I had to wear it 23 hours a day. It hurt my ribs, my clothes didn't fit, I had endless complaints about it. So I stopped wearing it except at night. Obviously it couldn't work it's magic if I wasn't wearing it so my curve got worse.
All through high school I kept up with my doctors and they kept recommending surgery because my back kept getting worse. It wasn't until senior year that the pain started to get to me and after graduation I scheduled my surgery and went off to college with a curve of greater than 50 degrees. My surgery got rescheduled for March up from July. College didn't work out and I dropped out after one semester. So that brings me to where I am now. The next post will be what's happened so far in surgery prep.
So I'll start this with a little about me. I'm 18 years old, female (as people with scoliosis tend to be) and I'm getting surgery in a few weeks. I'm going to keep this as anonymous as possible so I'm posting under an alias. Just call me Crook.
In my seventh grade year we had mandatory scoliosis screenings in gym class. I didn't want to do them so I had my mother sign a slip of paper that said I didn't have to do it. However, while everyone lined up in the locker room I chickened out and lined up too. The old gym teacher told me that I probably had scoliosis and that I should see my doctor soon. That was fun. I went to the doctor and I still remember what he said. He told me to bend forward at the waist so he could see the curve of my back, so I did. Then he told me to stand back up and sit down. I was diagnosed with adolescent idiopathic scoliosis. (That just means that they have no idea where it came from or what caused it, and I was an adolescent when it showed up.)
I went to an office in a nearby city for a brace - my curve was already pretty bad. They wrapped me in plaster and left me to dry. Thankfully my mother stayed by my side and comforted me. I got cut out and sent home. The next week we went back to pick up my new prison.
That was a hard time for my entire family. I hated my brace and the fact that I had to wear it 23 hours a day. It hurt my ribs, my clothes didn't fit, I had endless complaints about it. So I stopped wearing it except at night. Obviously it couldn't work it's magic if I wasn't wearing it so my curve got worse.
All through high school I kept up with my doctors and they kept recommending surgery because my back kept getting worse. It wasn't until senior year that the pain started to get to me and after graduation I scheduled my surgery and went off to college with a curve of greater than 50 degrees. My surgery got rescheduled for March up from July. College didn't work out and I dropped out after one semester. So that brings me to where I am now. The next post will be what's happened so far in surgery prep.
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