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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

the asslet has a name

once again, i find myself in a bit of shock here. i got off the phone earlier with my attorney who casually mentioned a diagnosis in my records that i'd not heard before. as it turns out, my asslet has a name - it was/is a Morel-Lavallee lesion. all along here, that's been in my records, i'm a friggin' nurse, and i am just now hearing it, from my ATTORNEY!!! lordy. can you say frustrated?

in doing a quick internet search, i came across a guy in texas who's been in my same boat. bike crash, left side, the whole nine. his blog is here. he does a great job of explaining the lesion - he's done his research. since i don't know/didn't ask which of my plethora of docs actually made this particular diagnosis, i don't know when it became the diagnosis for me. i could find this out, but right now i'm doing my best to just accept things. finding out that it was diagnosed before i left the hospital the first time and then waiting an entire month to do anything about it would just about throw me over the edge at this point.

it seems that the most common cause of this particular lesion is major trauma, most commonly seen related to being RUN OVER. we were told this was a possiblity way back when, and my surgical doc at the time mentioned it could be from being run over or just violently landing ass first. since i still have zero recollection of most of that day, i'm a little horrified right now. i knew it was a possiblity, and looking at my crumpled izzy the ridley, i'm positive my bike was run over. there's no way to completely taco a wheel and bend metal screws like that without running it over (i say that, but now i realize anything is possible). how the hell was i run over and didn't break anything?! the head trauma makes sense, but still. it's between a tow truck and a friggin' range rover - how did i walk away without broken bones?! i don't know that we'll ever know for sure what really happened. if the other insurance company puts up a fight, we'll do total scene reconstruction. if they don't, i may never know...

right now i'm trying to zone in on recurrance research. mine is still there, though it's gotten smaller. i'm seeing some people pop up with these suckers years down the line. the other thing i'm seeing is necrosis, both of the underlying tissues and skin. i still have no skin sensitivity, the entire thing is numb on the surface. it often stays cool long after the rest of me has warmed up after a cold walk outside. oh the joys of triathlon.

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