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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Pilonidal Blog Stats & Resummary

I broke up with my surgeon.  I liked her, too.

It had to be done!  in fact was Overdue.

I had broken my own Baseball Philosophy in the process,

(3 strikes and yer out)

but am fortunate enough to have a wife, mom, aunt, grandfather...

who cared enough to bring it up. repeatedly.

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you cannot throw a band aid on this every morning. that is NOT ok.

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medically, back to square one, if you can believe it

(plus bills aka debt of 2k for the hospital and 2k for the surgeon)

research was done in the beginning:
percentage of recurrence was on the table from day 1.

feelings now are thus:

we've thrown the Gold Plan at it,

threw a Hail Mary right on first down

due fucking diligence

cold truth is that it failed

"that's why they call it Practicing medicine" - Mom said

I fantasized about saying this with snark to the surgeon,
but never mustered the courage.

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what now?

something more than the daily band aid
something less than more surgery
something In Between

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