I’ve been walking the mall almost every day, until Monday, when I visited my doctor. He took my staples out, told me it was good to be walking, and to take it slow. We went to the mall, did our requisite lap, and went home.
Tuesday, I hit the wall. It was a miracle if I got out of bed for more than 10 minutes. My incision started hurting again, and if possible, drained more than it had before. Like I wanna gross you all out. I think I need to start drinking some high dollar scotch...a lot of it...then I'll have a good reason to hurt!
After calling my doctor, I started breathing again - the nurse told me that after the staples are out, the wound has to go through another level of healing and that the wound would be “pulling” because it had lost its “support” in the staples.
WTH? Good to know. Like I could get out of the pain, anyway?
I could be taking pain pills, but they make me feel like shit funky. It's just not worth it.
Today, we went back to the mall, and walked even further - hopefully, by the end of the week, I’ll be clocking two miles per day. I know, that’s not very much, but you do it with an 8” incision, okay?
No, don’t. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone!
Thanks for all your support, I’m trying to get back in the swing of writing, and responding. You guys rock. Next story will be funny, I promise.
Oh, yeah - Did I tell you all my girlfriends were drooling over my surgeon? Oh, yeah - they were a sight to see. He could have told them I was dying, and they'd say, "Yes, sir, anything you want, sir."
Cracked ThatManILove and I flat up.
