It was almost gory, funny, slapstick, interesting, omigoodness...... I was in one of the surgeries.... so many I can't remember exactly which one, but it was the third on my right arm because the nerve was dying and my physiatrist was afraid I would lose the arm..... So, there I am for the one of the rare surgeries in which I was twilight awake..... maybe even more than that because a nerve block had been done from my shoulder down.

A tidy little screen was erected to keep patient out of the field of view of the procedure..... I was joking with the surgeon and his assistants.... maybe like you, Rae. Before you know it I am being asked whether I would like to see what was going on. My reply, "well, I might learn something!" So, down came the screen, there is this all yellowish looking appendage on which doc is operating....... took a while for it to sink in.... hey that is my arm. I mean, it was dead to me, not a twinge not a twitch.

So, there I am looking at this yellowish THING and doc begins to explain the excision of a portion of the fat from my palm was being removed.... there it went. my how strange it looked, kinda like butter only more wobbly like jello. He said he was going to place the fat in an area so as to inhibit impingement of the nerve in a particular area since his opinion was THIS was the guilty culprit, the cause of all pain, loss of sensation, loss of control and more going on in my right arm. Third time around is the charm, right?

So, the fat is emplaced, I am told I will never miss it whence it came, then they go for closure. It truly produces interesting thoughts when one watches their arm being sutured clear into the center of the palm. The joke was, now that I had such experience, maybe if I needed it again, I could participate.

Don't think I would go for the self surgery thing.... self setting the program of my SCS, yeah, in a heartbeat, but no, leave the scalpel driving to the artists of medicine.

Ok, show and tell over for now,
Bye bye,
Mark56 P.S. I am SO grateful for this surgeon, for with God's help he did save my arm, so I am able to type bi rather than hunt and peck uni. I like it, and we did not have to do stim for the right arm.... thank you God!