This is like a little mini-saga, isn’t it?
ADVANCED WARNING: MORE DISGUSTING PHOTOS FORTHCOMING. OPEN WOUNDS. ALSO, A Q-TIP.
Basically, the last 12 hours have sucked complete ass.
Because I didn’t sleep well at all on Tuesday night, I forced myself to sleep pretty much all afternoon/evening yesterday, because I wanted to be rested for today (i.e. the day I was to start my job – and yes, I’m still starting, just not today, so don’t freak out).
Due to various factors (*cough*HouseMarathonOnSleuth*cough*), I didn’t get into the shower to remove the packing gauze until around 2am…like, this morning.
Oh, and as an aside, the pain I’d been having in my right hip has migrated to the left. This is important, because it’s why I was using my shower seat for the first time in months. Also, the reason why I couldn’t sleep Tuesday night.
I’m glad I was sitting down when I started pulling the gauze out, because I didn’t expect there to be SO MUCH of it. Also? My placenta analogy still fits. It looked like a damned umbilical cord. Except imagine that, unlike an umbilical cord, this damned thing didn’t seem to end. I felt like a clown performing the endless handkerchief trick, if I was pulling the handkerchiefs out of a cherry pie. (I love you guys! I promise!)
And then, I FELT the gauze detaching from somewhere deeper inside my armpit. I got the rest out just in time to puke from the sensation.
Good thing the water was running, I guess. And that I’d had soup for supper.
I eye-measured the amount of packing gauze to have been about 2 feet long. That’s EPIC for what I thought was a smallish hole. Also? It’s still on the side of the tub, because I’m afraid that if I look at it right now, or pick it up to toss it, I’ll throw up again thinking about that yanking sensation. Okay, I’m nauseated just thinking about THAT much of it.
Various shenanigans occurred after the shower (blood sugar issues, vertigo, pain, blahblahblah), and to make a long story short, I ended up sleeping in the recliner, hoping that by sleeping in a somewhat-sitting position with my arm over my head, the hole would stop bleeding, and the wound would clot.
Silly, silly me.
I’m glad I had a piece of gauze pressed on it (not taped down), because boy, this thing just hasn’t stopped at all.
I called the surgeon’s office and was told that it was normal, and that I should encourage the draining (duh), and keep it covered (kind of hard not to, considering where it is). I was also berated (nicely) for telling my new boss I could start after only one day of rest. Apparently I need a couple of days. So I start on Monday (I was going to try to start Saturday, but when I called my boss, he said, “We want you to be able to come in and go, so take the weekend, too. See you Monday.”), which is fine, but yeah. I feel a little stupid for thinking this would be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am sort of thing.
Anyway, it’s still bleeding, and I’m having to push just above the hole every so often to express fluid being held back by swelling (doctor’s orders!). It’s, in a word, gross.
So, naturally, I took a couple of photos.
I feel the need to apologize for my lack of shaved pits. As you’ll see, I have a good excuse. I just hate the “it’s been a few days” type of growth, because despite how clean my skin is, the stubble makes it look dirty.
There’s a good reason for that Q-tip, I promise.
I was applying hydrogen peroxide (at the urging of my doctor, again), and blotted about where you see the handle sticking out…and the head of the Q-tip just kind of disappeared.
Instead of a trick knee, I have a trick armpit. Awesome.