...Or at least so I hope.
I was rather thinking the last update would be the last one, but since I went to the doctor's for the VERY LAST TIME last Friday I figured I should have one more, at least to announce that last Friday I went to the doctor's for the VERY LAST TIME. At least that is my assumption.
Okay, I'm seeing the doctor later today for the first time in two weeks and I'm getting WAY too worked up and optimistic to be good for me. I'm at the point now where, if he doesn't let me uncover my back for good I will throw myself into the Slough of Despond. Well, maybe not that bad. But I am probably in for a bitter, bitter disappointment.
No, not bad things. Just things you don't think about until it happens to you.
My dressings are slowly getting bigger and bigger. Not because the wounds are getting all that bigger, although they sort of are as the dead stuff starts coming off. No, the dressings are getting bigger because we are running out of new places to tape them onto my body.
I saw this today while driving around in my car. Every once in a while I see this, and I always wonder what the story is behind it: