In the back of my mind, when the Tufts surgeons operated on my face, they put a zipper contraption in place to reduce the dislocation and facial fractures. However, radiologic images of my face usually make maxillofacial surgeons gasps in wonder at the surgical hardware used.
The other day I was looking at pictures of contraptions used on slaves. My thoughts settled on the zippered contraption in my face. There were similarities. What’s in my face is not as harsh looking and has a partially opened zipper.
Whatever hardware they put in my face was not standard. On x-ray, it looked like a chattel mask of obedience on my face. I recall the attending surgeon did not think it worth his time to see me before the surgery. I had to insist. I needed to know that at least a real surgeon would be overseeing the surgery. It was clear the residents in training did the work.
The operating room nurses were upset that I was in the ED at Tufts for almost 17 hours and never got an EKG.
Did the surgeons make fun of me by putting a chattel-like contraption in my face? Did they experiment on my face with that zippered contraption? On facial x-ray, I look like a chattel slave.
It is infuriating attempting to get my medical records from Tufts Medical Center. The first time they sent me a redacted medical chart with all the caregivers’ names blacked out. It took years to realize that was not right. On requesting another medical chart, it took months of repeated requests and phone calls before I got a chart that was not redacted, and guess what? It was at least five times the volume of the initially sent medical chart.