New Years Eve.
Dec. 31st, 2001 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ragdoll13Hello, everyone. I hope you're all having a good new years eve, or have had a good one, depending on your timezone. Mine has been a boring piece of crap, all in all, mainly because all my partyability is limited by my recent surgery.
I know, you're all sick to death of hearing about it. Tough!
Today was another interesting day. I got up after about four hours of sleep, and went into the bathroom to peel the dressing off of my butt. The thing is a huge construction of gauze and foam tape, and resembles half of a diaper, covering a huge portion of my rear-end. Wisdom seconded this opinion. It took some tugging and pulling, as the tape was stubborn and the removal painful, but I got the thing off and tossed it in the garbage can.
Next on my list of post-surgical instructions was hot baths, 2-3 times a day. Now, the guys here shower, they don't take baths, so needless to say the tub itself was suffering from some neglect and was far too dirty to bathe a surgical wound in. Joe and Susan agreed to pick up a jug of bleach for me while they were out, and so I waited for them to get back.
While I waited I put on my responsible hat and bought myself some auto insurance. A little more than what's legally required, plus roadside assistance, came out to about sixty dollars a month. Wonderful!
After Joe and Susan got home, I filled the tub with water, added a cup of bleach, and let it sit for a while. What better way to disinfect? I then rinsed the tub thouroughly and took my warm bath. This was not a bath for getting clean; in fact, no soaps or bubbles or shampoos were allowed in the water, lest they enter the wound and cause problems. So I just lay back and soaked for around twenty-five minutes, and then washed my hair while kneeling in the tub to keep my incision out of the water and free from pollutants.
All well and good, huh?
It wasn't till later that I realized that I actually had two dressings over the wound, one a small sticky plastic affair under the bulky half-diaper.
Now that one was a pain to get off!
I seem to be feeling much better, though... as my use of painkillers has decreased, I find myself more lucid than I've been for days. And a good shampooing does wonders for one's morale! The surgical site is slightly more painful without the protection of the bandages, but that seems pretty normal to me. I'll call my doctor tomorrow just to check in, though.
Happy 2002, everyone!
I know, you're all sick to death of hearing about it. Tough!
Today was another interesting day. I got up after about four hours of sleep, and went into the bathroom to peel the dressing off of my butt. The thing is a huge construction of gauze and foam tape, and resembles half of a diaper, covering a huge portion of my rear-end. Wisdom seconded this opinion. It took some tugging and pulling, as the tape was stubborn and the removal painful, but I got the thing off and tossed it in the garbage can.
Next on my list of post-surgical instructions was hot baths, 2-3 times a day. Now, the guys here shower, they don't take baths, so needless to say the tub itself was suffering from some neglect and was far too dirty to bathe a surgical wound in. Joe and Susan agreed to pick up a jug of bleach for me while they were out, and so I waited for them to get back.
While I waited I put on my responsible hat and bought myself some auto insurance. A little more than what's legally required, plus roadside assistance, came out to about sixty dollars a month. Wonderful!
After Joe and Susan got home, I filled the tub with water, added a cup of bleach, and let it sit for a while. What better way to disinfect? I then rinsed the tub thouroughly and took my warm bath. This was not a bath for getting clean; in fact, no soaps or bubbles or shampoos were allowed in the water, lest they enter the wound and cause problems. So I just lay back and soaked for around twenty-five minutes, and then washed my hair while kneeling in the tub to keep my incision out of the water and free from pollutants.
All well and good, huh?
It wasn't till later that I realized that I actually had two dressings over the wound, one a small sticky plastic affair under the bulky half-diaper.
Now that one was a pain to get off!
I seem to be feeling much better, though... as my use of painkillers has decreased, I find myself more lucid than I've been for days. And a good shampooing does wonders for one's morale! The surgical site is slightly more painful without the protection of the bandages, but that seems pretty normal to me. I'll call my doctor tomorrow just to check in, though.
Happy 2002, everyone!
