Wednesday and yesterday were both huge days for me. Huge!
I learned that having nightmares about bed pans is a totally normal stage in the healing process and that I can transport things like my cellphone in between by boobs.
Wednesday, I left the house for the first time since the incident for a non doctors appointment. It was a dizzying, tiring experience that left my ankle throbbing and more swollen than I thought possible. I put it up with ice packs and it helped minimally. Who knew the human body could produce so much fluid? Don’t answer that, I feel a dirty joke coming on. It was great just to leave the house, really boosted my spirits.
I am still getting fat.
Thursday, yesterday, my stitches came out, all 12 of them. They pinch and pull and you can feel the fibers running through your body. I got queasy but I had a mint to keep me from fainting. I did not video the experience like I wanted. My ankle is still so swollen I can’t tell there are plates. I haven’t felt them at all which, I would imagine is for the best.
Still a little bitter.