The Random Mumblings of a Disgruntled Muscular Minarchist
Igitur qui desiderat pacem praeparet bellum
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Now I just need some neckbolts
15 staples, 5" incision. Should be a hell of a scar.
What you can't really tell from this photo is that basically all the tissue shown in this picture is just one giant swollen and tender bruise.
Basically, I feel like someone stuck a concrete mixer down my throat and turned it on high.
I'm hoping the pathology people got a picture of the tumor like I asked them to. I know they weighed it (I should get the pathology report tomorrow or Thursday) and that they drained almost a liter of blood out of me pulling the damn thing out; and that it was more than 100mm in every dimension, and roughly spherical (but fully encapsulated, mobile, and free. It hadn't infiltrated anything).