Just a quick update that as of our check this evening Franklin (the red spot) is stable and doesn't appear to be growing. While he also isn't receding, I'm quite confident I am not dealing with cellulitis as it certainly would have expanded into badness by now. I'm hopeful instead that maybe he is skin a reaction to tape or something of that sort. Currently, he sits covered in dots outlining his border to ensure we know if he expands. Totally wish you could have been there for that comical event- me lining myself up in a mirror and applying dots to his border with a black Sharpie Marker. trying to do it correctly since I was looking at a mirror image. Easier said than done, my friends. You can't make this stuff up. Or also there with me tonight when Ron saw what he thought was a tape string left over from our bandage removal earlier in the day and decided to yank it off. He quickly figured out his mistake (when I let out a rather intense yelp) that he had just pulled out a suture (stitch). Holy Moly! Saying ouch is such an understatement. After the tears dried up we laughed (sort of) at the "how could that happen" moment. The night before it was crazy talk about salsa. Tonight pulling out a suture. The new rule, ask before removing. But I am so grateful that we are still laughing.
It's time, according to the "outline for what you can expect following lipomodeling surgery", to get back to life. I am packaging up the Impostors and taking them and my bruised abdomen to work tomorrow. I don't know who made those rules of time schedules but I am quite confident it was some medical person who had never actually had this procedure done to them. In fact, I was recommended to go back yesterday in the formal standardized paperwork. Are you kidding me? I couldn't even contain my drool (exaggeration) yesterday. Well, I decided to give in and make it happen on the 4th day. I'm actually super nervous about driving and about my stamina. I just don't have any reserves this week. Everything is an effort and I crash and burn after any little thing. I'm still blaming the anesthesia- well that and the fact that my body just went through a less than pleasant ordeal only 3 days ago. Then there is the little known fact that very few people on this side of my job know what is going on. So it's going to be rather odd seeing Hunchback Sally saunter at a snails pace through the hall. I envision a good many questions. What is also going to be weird is that I work in the exact same building and the same floor (just separated by a wall) from the OR suite I had surgery in. That's strange in and of itself. Rise to the occasion, pick up your chin, high ho, high ho and follow the paperwork instructions.
This is all very close to being behind me. One more notch on the Impostor rope.
