Tearful

Another tearful morning.  The infection is clearing up and the wound is closing, but there is one spot, the same spot where the suture popped and the second suture got put in sans numbing, that spot hurts like a motherfucker when it's touched.  And it gets touched a lot by the saline wash and the iodine swabs and the gauze with the antibiotic ointment and the bandage that goes over all of that and the weight on it when I lie down and try to sleep (which I could not manage to do last night). And it was all too much this morning. So there were a few tears when we did the first dressing change. 

Doesn't help that I'm cutting pain pills into quarters-- practically turning them into homeopathic remedies--and taking each quarter with a Tylenol 325. Because that combination helps not at all with pain. It is a particularly ineffective attempt at voodoo magic however. 

I'm tired and Dave is tired. We see the surgeon again tomorrow.  She's got surgeries all day but is seeing us between two of those. I'm scared to fly home with this complication still happening.  And did I mention I emailed my PCP about the situation and her response was that she's all booked up until the end of the month and maybe I can call and see a different provider. But she'll email me if she gets a cancelation. 

Do you really think I believe that last bit? Because if you do, I have a bridge I'm selling that would be perfect for you.

But let's back away from all that stupidity and take a moment to look at how Gray Kitty is doing with his sitter, the new love of his life:

He's never going to forgive us when we get back and she leaves. 

This painting hangs in the lobby as you enter the building where the surgeon's office is:

I guess I hope it describes my situation.