We'll see what happens today...

Work at the fabric store was what I remembered. Greeting customers, getting hugs from coworkers welcoming me back, scanning items to change labels...the usual. ;-)
The procedure to take out my port was a bit like going to the dentist only less painful. The doctor that took it out was the same one that put it in. He came in and started 'suiting up' and he asked how long had it been in and my quick answer was, "Since you put it in."  He gave me an odd look as I and the male nurse laughed and then told him February (the nurse said it first because I didn't remember actually). We weren't even in an actual room, more like a double occupancy holding area so there was a patient on the other side of the curtain from me.
 So he used a local to numb up the area, which was the most painful part of it since he was going to go very close to the scar of the original incision. It took maybe a half hour to take it out and it's another souvenir (I actually had to look to see how to spell that..stupid French borrowed words) of my treatment and 'brush' with cancer. It's actually rather cool and small made out of titanium with a little silicon pad where they would insert the needle for the treatment. I can almost see the holes where every needle went in too. Very surreal. Anyway, can't get the area wet for three days, he used Dermabond again for closing the surface area and sutures for the inside.
While we were involved in our procedure there was an older gentlemen 'next door' that was having something done and was chatting with his nurse. He said something surprising to her in the course of their chat that took me by surprise.
He mentioned that he had polio when he was a child. I looked at my doctor (as much as I could with him busy and there being a bright light behind him) and said, 'I think that's the first time I've heard someone say they had polio.  The doctor said that he may be the last generation that had it. The man was born in 1932 and it's entirely possible. (you know how people have to verify their birthdate when being treated so that's how I know).
So anyway, that was a little interesting tidbit I encountered.
My care instructions for the wound area came home in a Biohazard specimen bag..hehehe. Handy since I put the port in there and it really was I suppose. It's not really, they cleaned it off before giving it to me. I told the doctor that it's not like it's reusable, might as well take it home.
Alrighty, offer up my quote for the day and then ::crossing fingers:: hope my ipod is okay and then piddle around on my computer until I have to go to work.

"Last night somebody broke into my apartment and replaced everything with exact duplicates...When I pointed this out to my roommate he said, 'Do I knjow you?' " -

Stephen Wright.