Day 52: Well, we've already had some changes in plans in just over 12 hours.
1) So did everyone but me know that Chinese food no longer comes in cute little petite white folding top boxes? Yes, I admit it has been years since I have done Chinese take out, but imagine my let down when I open the bag to find aluminum pans with clear plastic lids. Has the world gone mad? Also, we forgot to pick up the chop sticks, sauces, and fortune cookies while we were there. Who does that? The save of the night was Ron had ordered a side of white rice and out of the bag came the sole cute petite white folding top box of the evening. I feel like I should shellac it and put it on the hallway shelf. What a let down, but seriously, who would get worked up about the lack of little white boxes. We did throw on the PJs and watch a movie - and as crazy it is, I have no idea what we watched. I can't even recall the plot at this very second as I type- but we did not litter the table with white boxes.
2) Ron and I have also been self stripped of our Wound Monitor assignment. Now get this, last week two days before our appt, we both sat in agreement that the wound was looking angry and we were afraid what the surgeon would say (see post titled "in agreement"). I bebopped into the appointment on Wednesday and he was thinking it looked at least stable if not a tad better. Healthy skin underneath, come back in two weeks. Hallelujah. Well last night, when we went to do our nightly cleaning ritual Ron noticed the would appeared a bit larger and definitely deeper. Pull out trusty little makeup mirror and take a peak myself. "Oh no, Ron. It does look worse." So we snap a picture of the spot itself and emailed it to Lead Plastic Surgeon (and my mom because she is keeping close tabs, and my friend Amy who happens to like pictures of wounds??? Each to their own).
Mom emails me back immediately: "I've got extra prayers coming. So glad you sent this picture to the surgeon". Obviously she thought it was worse.
Amy emails me back: " Wow" "Ouch" and some other stuff. So she didn't like the look of it either.
Lead Plastic Surgeon: "Looks healthy to me! See ya in two weeks." ...and a few more thoughts thrown in as well about granulation tissue expanding and contracting.
Ron and I busted out laughing and decided we have no business assessing this wound anymore after two failed attempts. Clean, bandage, cover, go on with your day. Note to reader: I see wounds all the time in my every day job, and I feel pretty good at knowing when one looks angry. I think I have determined Lead Plastic Surgeon is ok with anything at all as long as it doesn't look infected.
My email response Back to Surgeon: "You've got a warped sense of healthy..... This sucker hurts and I want it gone."
We will see if he is still talking to me next week. Smile. I think he is so used to looking at all the muck of what lies underneath skin during surgery that his perspective of a little ole wound is simple. Well, he isn't the one with it laying under a bra elastic band getting crushed, or enduring the pain of the cleaning, or marveling at the ooze when you take the bandage off, or "eeeking" when you reach for something and the sides pull open. Well, so be it. No more would assessment for the McCollums. Watch and wait.
3) The plan was for me to wake up this morning for me to work on my work project upgrade while Ron runs my car in to get a new muffler put on (it's starting to rust from spending so much time in the northern snow). Easy cheesy, drop off, muffler in and out, back home to hang out and cook lasagna. Ron goes out to the garage to start that task....crank, crank, crank....nada! The battery is dead. We had been noticing a sluggish crank this past week so we already had it on the to-do list to pick up a new battery after the muffler appointment today. So instead of getting a new muffler today, he spent about 2 hours trying to get the old battery out and the new battery in. It isn't an easy feat in these newer model cars where the battery is tucked into a space only about 3 mm bigger than the actual size of the battery and all kinds of stuff in the way that has to be taken off and put back in. What a chore! And what a mood that put us in. (I know, first world problem.) But still.
4) Rain! Rain! Rain! All weekend rain! Now how exactly are we supposed to go for a fun filled afternoon(albeit short because of church and bible study) tomorrow at the pumpkin patch then back here for lantern carving? Guess we should have consulted the radar before we got excited about that plan.You know I love me some rain, but not on the one weekend we wanted to something out of our ordinary and be out in the field of pumpkins! Postpone, postpone, postpone.
Weekend of PJs and house cleaning maybe? Oh, that's awful to read in print. At least the potluck is still on and I get to see my old bible study group. That's enough heart warming to go around I imagine. Box Schmox, Wound Schmound. Muffler Schmuffler. Pumpkin schmumpkin.
The good news- there's plenty of time for more excitement (and sleep) in the weekend. And evidently the wound looks "healthy".
