I admit it. I am not the best patient on the planet, which really sucks for my surgeon, who is the most kind, patient, and caring doctor.
I have, however, been doing everything I know how to be a good patient this time around. And for almost a full month, I had absolutely no post-op complications.
Tell me why I don’t like Mondays?
Oh yeah – because that’s the day stuff started really going wrong.
I woke up Monday morning and I was in a puddle of ooze. I thought I had just gotten really, really sweaty during the night (thank you, menopause); but when I sat up, the sheets were covered with a rather unpleasant drainage of bodily fluids.
I now have two open wounds – one about the size of a dime; the other about the size of a, well, not a dime 🙁
I’m so glad my doctor had a nice week of vacation, so he’s well rested and ready to tackle me!
Back on antibiotics. Visiting nurses start tomorrow to come and pack and dress my wounds. And I am under the strictest orders to retract my offer to participate on Dancing With the Stars; Deadliest Catch; Cirque du Soleil; and even, gosh darn it, American Pickers 🙁 I thought I was behaving before. I’m not even allowed now to reach my arm out of my car window to grab my latte at the Starbucks drive through 🙁
Say a prayer that I stay infection free. I’m optimistic, but it never hurts to have someone besides me bend His ear 🙂