One of the good things about being disabled: You lose your modesty and sense of self-consciousness pretty darn quickly. Doctors have seen me at my absolute worst. Sick. In pain. Bruised and scarred – literally. Scared. A bit cranky – that crankiness seemed to get worse as I aged (any explanation for that?). Ugly hospital gown. Sometimes no ugly hospital gown at all.
Last week on Disabled and Thriving, my Psychology Today magazine blog, I shared the tale of my scariest surgery to correct a basilar invagination when my spine grew up into my brain stem, compressing it – I went through six months of tests before doctors discovered it, and then had a 14-hour surgery to correct it.
It got me wondering, friends: What’s your most terrifying moment in medicine? Don’t be shy. I’ll turn around when you slip your gown on…
[Photo via We Hearrt It]