How is healing going? For the most part it's going pretty well. The open part of the incision is rapidly filling in and coming together an we have stopped using iodine inside the area and just paint a bit along the margins, mostly to appear appease some superstition.
Unfortunately my nerves feel like they are on high alert all the time. I think in part because of the amount of adhesive (which I have a mild allergic response to) from the constant tape and bandages that are required to keep the open incision and grafts covered as well as the tape that still covers the healing and healed part of the original incision (this is the tape that I just have to wait to fall off on its own). All of it seems to keep my immune system just constantly riled up and there is a constant din of irritation coming from the area.
Oh, and speaking of nerves, my sciatica has been putting in an appearance as well. So that's been fun.
Anyway, yesterday was an exhausting day. It's three and a half weeks since the surgery but I'm still pretty tired (poor Dave is running on fumes). All the activity of the day just put me out of commission. Not only did I get a shower in (with Dave's help still) but I also went out with Dave to pick up a grocery order and we got burgers for lunch. Then I prepped and cooked dinner with Dave's help (sautéed zucchini, fried rice with tofu and some spinach that we ended up tossing after I cooked it because it tasted slightly off and I'm not taking any chances). After dinner I napped until it was time again to change my bandages. By the time we finished it was after midnight and I just went back to bed-- and lay there awake until after two a.m.
I fell asleep and woke from a dream about my little brother. Something in me remembers: It was on this day twenty years ago that I came home for his funeral.
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