Ok so I have to talk about my awesome friend Audie. She is pretty much the rockinest chick out there. I would say, top 5 at least! The other 4 being part of Team Faith… She has been with me for about 90% of my doctors appts and always knows exactly what to say/do in order to make them less anxiety ridden. For all you new rock star authors (ahem, Tom Leveen and Shannon Messenger), if you ever get to a point where you need a personal assistant, I recommend her. She is great at running peoples lives and is super funny. Anyway, here is the hilarious and not so rambling update that she sent to the Team Faith email thread. I just had to share with everyone cause it made me laugh…
Once again: Faith is fine, there is no need to worry.
We’ve had a bit of excitement over the last few days. But everything is fine now.
Really.
On Tuesday August 17th, Faith was scheduled for surgery to install stretchers*, the first step to new breasts. She needed to be at County Hospital by 7am. The hospital called the day before and rescheduled the surgery, telling her to get there at 9:30am. This made her happy because she had plans to go out on Monday night and celebrate The Great Boobie Return. Faith had a lot of fun that night, stayed up a little too late and was rudely awakened by the hospital at 6:15 Tuesday morning asking her to come in early.
Normally this is where I’d insert some snarkiness about prima-fricking-donna doctor’s tee times and how the holier-than-thou attitudes of surgeons makes me want to vomit all over their $150 Danskos, but no, I won’t, because I have a piece of advice for you Team Faith. If a hospital ever asks you to come in early, do it. Evidently, the early shift at County hospital is entirely populated by llamas**. Not one, not 2, but a whole herd of llamas. Doctors, nurses, patients, family members, they were everywhere. In green scrubs, in hospital gowns, in football jerseys and in cop uniforms, we spent the morning drooling and that was before the morphine. Dr. Maffi, Faith’s plastic surgeon llama, was especially lovely in his little paper hat, like a cross between an Iowa farm boy and a Nordic god. Yum.
In between drooling bits, we discovered that Faith was getting some Allo Derm in this surgery. Allo derm is acellular cadaver tissue that acts as a bonding agent with the stretchers (also used in skin grafts, pretty cool stuff even if it comes from dead people). Faith and I decided that it was yucky and definitely a zombie hazard. We entertained the entire pre-op room with our ideas for the next Bruce Campbell movie. Bruce is a doctor/zombie hunter. He wears a white lab coat, carries a ninja sword and has little windshield wipers on his plastic face guard to clear away the blood as he hunts down and slices off all the evil Zombie boobies that had been tainted with zombie Allo Derm.
After the surgery, Dr. Maffi told Janene (Faith’s mommy) and I that the surgery went beautifully and that Faith’s skin was doing really well. This means that when Faith eventually gets her new breasts they will be gorgeous. Well, he didn’t actually say those words, but that’s what I interpreted.
I took Faith to Shannon and Bill’s house to begin her recovery. When I left she had a plate full of steamed shrimp and veggies on her lap, a full bottle of oxycodone at her side and a sweet little morphine blissed smile on her face.
I nearly had a heart attack when Shannon called me at 9:30pm and said Faith was back in the hospital, this time the emergency room of Chandler Regional Medical Center. She had shooting pains in her chest as was having issues breathing – she didn’t want to breathe because the pain was so bad every time she inhaled.
I would love to say I’m such a good friend that I rushed to her side, but the truth is, I accidentally stole Faith’s wallet while I was picking up her prescriptions, and they needed her ID to admit her. Oops. I’m a dork.
When I arrived, I was greeted by Shannon who told me in hushed whispers that Faith’s magical parade of llamas hasn’t stopped. Every man in the ER was adorable and uber friendly. It was actually approaching the ridiculous. Faith, Shannon and I sat, jaws agape, while the most amazingly beautiful man I have ever seen, Dr. “Hotter than Nathan Fillion” Frank, explained to us that the CT scan revealed she had a little bit of pneumonia, most likely from being under anesthesia for 3 hours. The pneumonia didn’t fully explain the shooting pains, but they pumped her full of antibiotics – after extracting 13 Tabasco bottles full of blood from her – and admitted her. Susie came in to keep her company, Shannon left at 11pm because she had to work in the morning and I left at 2 am.
When I called the next morning Faith reported that the llamas were not limited to the ER, and she wasn’t feeling much better. I reminded her that the doctors could remove her bandages now. I had a feeling she might be able to breathe better. Turns out Dr. Maffi had wrapped her up like a 19th century Chinese girl’s foot. Most of the pain went away when they got rid of the bandages. She was discharged Wednesday evening around 5pm. She’s on more maintenance drugs for the pneumonia and the pain, and as of five minutes ago, she was happily ensconced in Shannon’s couch, watching House with Bethany.
She’ll go into the doctor’s office periodically for the next few months to have the stretchers inflated to the proper size, then, as long as the zombie tissue is working correctly, she’ll schedule the New Boobie surgery and we’ll have a big party to welcome the girls home.
Until next time…
Audie
* Stretchers, pl. noun: temporary implants that act as spacers to stretch beast tissue in preparation for breast implants in breast reconstruction surgery. NOT a knock-off brand of a popular tennis shoe. synonyms: expanders
** Llama, noun: an aesthetically pleasing human, usually male, who goes beyond cute or attractive and into the realm of hot. NOT a South American pack animal.