The power of modern medicine...
Despite the elimination of symptoms, however, I have been in follow-up care since the procedure. This has consisted mostly of CT scans every couple of months and a general order not to exert myself. I guess I can only be grateful that my job does not involve a great deal of physical exercise. My most recent set of scans were this month and, for shits and giggles, I'm going to share two of them with you.
This is the inside of my chest cavity:
Those of you with advanced degrees in radiology or diagnostic medicine can probably already see the problem. However, since I doubt that anyone with those kinds of credentials reads this festering shithole of a blog, I suspect you're thinking the same thing that I was when I saw this image. Specifically, you're wondeirng why I have some sort of echinoderm in my chest. Well, rest assured, I am not playing host to something that ought to be on the menu at Red Lobster. If you want to see the problem that just might kill me, check out this second image:
I bring this all up because* it appears that I am not quite done yet with my adventures in modern medicine. The defect has been partly corrected but, after several months of waiting and watching, it does not appear to be inclined to completely resolve itself. So, sometime in the next month or two, it looks like they'll be going back in a second time. I'm assured that it will be safer this time as the original repair work gives them an added margin of error but, really, who here is comfortable when someone else is punching holes in their body with sharp instruments? Right. That's what I thought.
So, stay tuned Drek-fans. Posting may get kinda irregular again for a while, but in the meantime it should be pretty interesting.
* I mean, aside from the obvious chance to make a shitty sight-gag.