If you've never had to pack a wound you may not understand this post. When I first came home from the hospital after the BMX surgery I had drains in my body to help the wounds ooze (for lack of a better word) and ultimately heal. By the time I went back to the doctor to have the drains removed I was sick (and I mean physically so) of the smell of those drains. I had hoped I would never have to smell that odor again. Apparently, the inside of the body smells like those drains. Now that I am having to pack these wounds I am having to smell that smell again. And it is grossing me out. Please heal me soon, Lord! If only so I don't have to smell that smell.
Now that anyone reading this is grossed out too.....sorry about that but I write so I don't go nuts......other than getting tired so easily I am doing OK. Now that it doesn't look like I can make my wound really any worse I am working on my stamina. It will take a while to get back to where I was.....which wasn't exactly in great shape to begin with.
Anyway, I am trying to keep a good attitude.....but some days it is hard.
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