Day Nine: The night was the same as yesterday, marching from camp to camp, in search of the ever elusive best sleeping position. As such, why did I finally settle on sitting straight up on the sofa with my laptop on my lap and all the lights on? It's a mystery. But, it worked for 3 solid hours.
Yesterday afternoon the Visiting Nurse arrived to remove my bandage and pronounce my incision delightful! She felt it looked lovely. I had slightly different ideas, but now I know I have staples. Those will be in there for another week. She did not replace the dressing (doc's orders) which I am finding a bit uncomfortable because my baggy pants and pj's are snagging on the staples, but I guess I'll adjust.
Today, I was officially allowed to take my first REAL SHOWER! Bliss, utter bliss. I kept hearing Van Morrison's tune where he repeats "Oh, the water, ooh, ooh the water, let it rain down on me." I probably remained in there for a solid half hour, lol. I found I could stand and really didn't need the shower chair in there at all, in fact it was a bit of hindrance. Next time, it's going to be outside the shower so I can sit comfortably while drip-drying for a bit.
Apparently, my 30 minute shower bliss led to two things, not entirely unexpected, but surprising in intensity; 1) Rag-doll leg after the fact ( fine in the shower) from all that standing and 2) perhaps the deepest bodily exhaustion I've ever experienced. I was so wiped out, the mere thought of toweling dry seemed stupendous. I managed, but needed a deep nap immediately afterwards. Upon awakening, I wanted to drop by here and post, but it took hours before I felt my typing fingers could do the job; sheesh! If I didn't have access to all the accumulated BoneSmart wisdom, I may have thought, "This is it. Curtains." Needless to say, I am now and shall remain welded to my sofa.
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Still dragging, but I'm just so sparkling clean. Well, except for my orange cheeto colored leg, lol. What does it take to get that stuff off, brillo?
