I really wasn’t looking forward to changing my bandages, consider the way my neck hole leaked that one evening… but one side of the band-aid underneath the gauze started coming off, so I figured now was the time. With the way everything was soaked with dried blood, you’d have thought that someone stabbed me or something. The doctor did right by removing my drain, because it was down to 2.5cc in 8hrs… so it was just a matter of something in there that needed to let go, and it apparently did.
The actual site where the drain was though, it looks surprisingly good. For there and the main incision site, at least as of right now there’s no concerning redness or swelling – so I just cleaned everything up, applied the anti-bacterial spooge, and taped on some new gauze. I’m hoping to not have to mess with it further until the stitches come out.
Starting to feel better. I’m able to lift my left arm again, so that’s good. 😏
First Stage: Oush. Mucho pain.
Second Stage: Pain lessens, but can’t raise my arm past my waist.
Third Stage: Able to raise arm again, but at the cost of pain returning.
That’s almost always how it goes, and every damn time you can bet that I’m sitting here worrying that this might be it… that this might be the time that the muscles in my shoulder crap out and just stay that way. 😟 But so far, so good. My head still feels like it weighs twice as much as normal though, whenever I tilt it from side to side. 😬 (Well then…. don’t tilt it from side to side! 😅)
Basically I’ve just been as careful as possible yesterday and today, and I’m not going to be stupid this time and try to jump back into any kind of action before I should. 😐 I’ve got nearly my entire wardrobe worth of laundry waiting to be washed, along with a handful of other things… and yeah, it’s making me twitchy that I can’t start checking it off my list yet, but I’ll just work on bills and paperwork tonight in order to feel like I’m not being worthless, and the rest can come whenever I’m actually back to good.
I haven’t really been able to reengage my social engine yet either. 😒 I was already having issues in that department for a while though, so it’s not surprising – but all the people at the concert definitely didn’t help. It’s strange sometimes… trying to figure out this weird new person that I’m becoming. 😐 I’ve got a pretty good idea of how I got here, but it’s a little too personal/lengthy to get into… just gotta keep trying to get better.
(And you’ve got to check this out: “15 Thoughts Every Introvert Who Loves Music Has At A Concert” – I only found this page just now, and holy shit is it accurate. 😅 Seriously. Read this and you’ll get a slightly better understanding of how my brain works. Just magnify each bullet point by a few factors and you’re there… even number 15 nails it perfectly.)