So yesterday completely sucked except for the fact that the nurses and staff were sooo ridiculously, over-the-top nice and professional. I have to say that the whole crew yesterday, everyone from the security guards, to the secretaries and assistants, to the driver that they arranged to take me home, were genuinely some of the nicest people I have ever met in my life. And I'm sure everyone who has ever undergone any surgery knows it makes all the difference when you are nervous and in pain.
That said, I gotta say that I'm very skeptical at this point that any procedure will ever heal this wound, and I am wondering whether or not I'll just be tortured with failed surgery after surgery until I give up and/or die. For anyone with an actual fissure, that is to say, one that they got from pooping/muscle spasm, I would by all means give this procedure strong consideration before LIS. There should be a paper out on it in the next few months. When I woke up, I was told I have a scarred up anus, which is to be expected from all my prior surgeries, so I could not be dilated to the extent that is typically done for typical cases. I was also told that my "fissure" was very superficial, but much broader than is typical, which is of course because mine is not a fissure at all, but remnants of a too-large surgical wound. That confirms my long held belief that the first guy used an ice-cream scoop instead of a scalpel, and the darn thing just won't close even though it looks very healthy and viable. One of these surgeons better heal me or just kill me soon. I'm on fumes.