I have a condition called Pectus Excavatum. It’s a birth defect that cases the cartilage in you breast bone to cave in, causing a kind of bowl in the center of you chest. Mine was deep enough that I needed to have an operation called Pectus Excavatum Nuss procedure. What they do Is put a metal bar through your chest, and flip it around to hold out the bone. Mine stays in for 3 years. And has a stabilizer on right side that sticks out about a half inch.
After my first surgery, not only was asking them to kill me to stop the pain. But the second night, the nurse put me into a narcotic over dose. I came very close to getting pneumonia in my lungs because of just about refusing to get up because it took so long to get my pain meds after it. And walking cause the worst pain of my life (I don’t even know how to describe it).
from the side
I just had to go back in for a second surgery. The bar is under a huge about of pressure because the damn thing is holding out my rib cage and breast bone. What it wants to do if flip around the other way, and come out of my side. WELL, it had shifted and was just about it. So they went back in, flipped it back into place, took out the old, mangled stabilizer and replaced it. He also added a new stabilizer on my left side. The fucking thing refuses to just settle in, and enjoys to stab me and make it feel like its going to force its way out… Then again, the whole bar tries the, quite frequently… Counting down the days until 3 years is up, and this thing comes out.
This was the day before I went in for the operation
80 thousand later.. After the second surgery. And its still not all the way out.. but my shirt hides it quite a bit..
The second surgery was nothing like the first. Not only was is far less painful, but I also had a sweet medical surgeon on my side about the climbing factor. Click here for that little story, it may seam like nothing, but when I was going threw that, it brought me to tears.