A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


162. The Dreaded (kind of) Pre-op


03/07/18, 19:03,


I looked back at an entry of this diary on 11th January 2016, the day I got my braces. That was two and a half years ago. Compare that to yesterday, the pre-op for the operation I talked about back then, to break my jaws so that they can be re-aligned again. That op will be next week, 12th July. The time has flown. 

I've wanted and waited for it all those years, the recovery time no longer six months but six weeks since only one jaw is being aligned. Why am I nervous? 

Maybe it's because of what happened today. I drove to Middlesbrough, colloquially known as M'bro to my satnav, and the doctor carefully explained everything to me. They're going to break my jaw using chisels and hammers, the medical kind, keep it held together to screws and bolts, and it will swell and bruise like any other broken bone. But I'll feel crappy and won't be able to eat solids for the whole of the recovery time. Then I had to get my height and weight checked, which was perfectly fine, what didn't go fine was having my blood done. 

They couldn't find a vein in either of my arms so they had to take it from my hands, which are small veins and delicate skin to start with. The needle hurt and my blood pressure suddenly plummeted causing me to become dizzy and nearly pass out. Doctors flew in, the needle was removed and water and sugary drinks were chucked down my throat in order to get my blood pressure back up. I had to stay an extra hour for my blood pressure to rise from 80 over 40 to over 100 to 60. Then they had to get more blood since one vial was not enough. They stabbed me two more times, twice in my left hand and once in my right all the while monitoring my blood pressure. I frankly don't know why it dropped, I'm usually fine with needles. The nurse thought it was because I was dehydrated with the heat and had a lack of sugar since I hadn't eaten in a while. My mother, as panicked as normal, started throwing words like anaemic around the room, which is scary enough. 

But we got home eventually, me being embarrassingly transported out of the hospital in a wheelchair just in case. 

I know for certain next week will be worse, and that's because I won't be able to eat. I'm not really looking forward to it but its been years in the making, and the jutting out chin has to go (because I'm noticing it more than ever).



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