Monday 1st July

Down to the surgery this morning to see the practice nurse and yes, the stitches on my back were more than ready to be removed. One long, tidy running stitch with nine loops. It was mighty sore when the last few had to be tugged and pulled out. A little bit of bleeding necessitated another dressing ~ I think my skin had started growing through the thread, and it was becoming too tight, and a bit inflamed.

It certainly felt very different, sitting in the car, being driven home. The tight, bruised, stretched sensation I had, has now gone. It’s still a bit sore, but improvement is surely there.

A bit wary that when I do sit down, or lie on it at night, I have this awful thought that the scar will split open and my insides fall out! Stupid, irrational, I know; but I can’t help it.

BUT, at least I know all of the scar and surrounding tissue that had been cut away is clear of any disease.

Reasons to be cheerful 🙂

My foot seems to be healing well, but there is a raw patch between my toes, where the skin graft didn’t take. I can now though, wear a loose pair of FitFlops, which is way better than the foam and Velcro bootie. However, my foot still is really swollen; the nurse says this is normal, and may take another two or three months to return to normal. Ha! Oh joy! The nurse also had the doctor sign me off for the rest of the term. No school until September. Wow!

Oh, by the way, can anyone tell me where May and June went?

Apart from two lots of major surgery on my foot, skin graft, two slices out of my back, infections, anaesthetics, antibiotics, stitches, crutches, painkillers, compression stocking, Velcro bootee, plaster cast, appointments, CT scan, twice-weekly dressings, nurses, doctors, consultants, plastic surgeons, hospitals. And in between I have lain in bed, or downstairs in the lounge, on the sofa, with my leg elevated.

Recovery and recouperation are slow, I’m an impatient patient, but I’m getting there.