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10:51 pm
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There's a freaking gremlin on my ovary!
I'm sure the first thought that came to your mind after reading the subject was somewhere along the lines of "what in tarnation?!" Well, I had the same unfortunate thought after finding out that I have a gremlin-like tumor, called a dermoid, chilling on my left ovary. And I'm likely going to die because of it. The end.
haha just kidding! Why is it gremlin-like? I can't leave you in suspense, although you probably googled it by now - that or you x-ed out of my journal. A dermoid is made up totipotent tissue:
(adjective) : capable of developing into a complete organism or differentiating into any of its cells or tissues < totipotent blastomeres>
Believe it or not, this mass of previously undifferentiated tissue could potentially contain fat, neural tissue, skin, glands, HAIR, or even TEETH!!! ie a mini gremlin could be living on my ovary! Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit - even though all these tissues could be in the tumor, they can't just organize to become a living creature/parasite/baby/gremlin what have you. So the good thing (if there even can be one) is that nothing will be chomping any time soon on eggs that could turn into kids some day. However, there has to be something wrong with teeth growing near an ovary, right? Putting freaky tissue aside... if the dermoid gets big enough it could cut off blood supply to my ovary and cause it to whither away. Definitely don't want that to happen. So, after finding out about this dermoid I had a chat with a surgeon about what I to do next. She said that the dermoid should definitely come out, and that it could come out via laparotomy or laparoscopy (essentially either cut me open or shove a little scope through my belly button and do it that way). As excited as I was to hear these options, I became even more excited after she recommended that I get BOTH procedures done just to be safe. Yeah kids are great and all...but at this point I'm thinking "whooo really needs 2 ovaries anyway? Maybe having one less could be a fun conversation piece at dinner parties when I'm older..." My mom didn't seem to think that was funny. She worries too much is what I say. So yeah, I'm going to get this dermoid taken out during my first surgery ever. I'm a little scared, I guess, but definitely more annoyed that I'm going to need 1 to 2 weeks of recovery time before I can get back to normal life again. But hey, this stuff happens and needs to be taken care of. I was definitely lucky to find out about it before it was too late -- if these things get big enough and rupture they're really painful. It's so weird how I found out about it - they noticed it on a cat scan that I got this summer...which I was actually supposed to have gotten last summer. The point of the cat scan was to look at my intestines but they ended up spotting something wrong with my ovary instead. Lucky, I guess! Of course it was another opportunity for my mom to whip out the "I tollld you you should have listened to me blah blah blah ya di das." :P
Current Mood:  weird
Current Music: very BEN FM summer: "Walking on Broken Glass" -Annie Lennox
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12:37 am
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hola amigos! my first entry in the world
Hola hola hola mis amigos! Yes, to this day those are the only spanish words I know... well other than Taco Bell gastrointestinal nightmare meal items... and to this day I regret having signed up for French at the Academy of Notre Dame. I am so meant to be a Spanish-speaker it's not even funny anymore. So stop laughing. I mean let me break down the Spanishness of my life to you right now:
- I enjoy the gustatory satistfaction that comes with a Taco Bell meal (can you tell I'm a giant science nerd yet??)
- I once met a black guy named El Dorado (or was it Desperado?) on a plane
- UNO is by far the best card game (I recently purchased the South Park edition)
- I can say uno dos tres really fast
- I partied in Madrid and Alcala de Henares with Kelly (a littttle too hard that last night)
All of these circumstances have made me discover my zest for knowledge of the Spanish language. The other day I decided to switch the language on my pos cell phone to Spanish (bet your deluxe photo printer with built-in heat-sensing spycam cell can't do that!). I figured that seeing words such as "messages" and "call history" in Spanish would force me to learn what they meant. After all, I couldn't survive without checking my messages and/or call history...so I mean I guess I'd simply have to learn the language, right? Well...unfortunately I got fed up with having to click random spanish words without knowing their meaning, only to find out several times that I was about to phone Egypt or add $50 to my phone bill in some other way - so I called that idea quits and mosied my way through to the "switch language back to English" location my phone. If Kelly did bring me back a tall dark Spaniard man(hopefully bilingual) who doesn't charge, I'll consider that my next step toward mastering the language.
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12:47 am
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