About my Formaldehyde...

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Here comes the blade and I'm thinking just a few more minutes, I'll wake up and this nightmare will be over. The cutting starts, I feel some pressure and pulling but no pain. We're good I think, eh, wrong again! I hear the doc mutter "got it, specimen cup please" and here comes the nurse's hand floating into view right over my face holding a small clear container with some liquid in it.

Here comes the doctors hand with the tweezers holding the specimen. Again, I don't know if the stool moved or a roll tumbled, but smack, tweezers strike cup and over and out of the nurse's hand goes the cup.

Instantly I feel a very cold sensation spreading down my chest, around my neck and right behind that feeling I realize that I now have a mouth full of this stuff and I can feel it going down my throat past where it was numb from all the Novocaine that ended up there. I try to spray it out of my mouth, but it's all numb and all I could do was swallow. It felt like a cold liquid fire.

It burned so bad, I was gagging and gasping for breath. Not a word was said. The doctor stitched the wound up, which thank goodness that went quickly and without incident. I asked what was in the cup that spilled, the doc said it was formaldehyde and that it had all gone on the floor. Nurse wouldn't look me in the eye, I could tell that she wasn't very proud of the preceding events. I left it at that and got out of there as fast as I could. Went home and called the poison control in Atlanta, they said that amount wouldn't have any effect, maybe just a touch of nausea. So no big deal, just give me my formaldehyde straight please...

The Basal Cell Carcinoma was back in five years.

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