* #17 My Room
The air pillow pant legs are to
help move the blood along my veins and to prevent blood clots from
forming. I’d really like a pair for at home
but I don’t think they’ll go for it; too bad!
One of the nurses tells me that
she’s going to get me cleaned up. She
adjusts the sheet, lifts the gown and with a small wet towel in her hand tries
to wipe away some of the mess created by surgery and iodine. I venture a look at my belly and what I see
isn’t as horrific as I thought it would be, but it’s not pretty.
There are 5 bandages visible. My tummy looks like someone has used it for stabbing practice with bandaged “X” s all over the place and bright pink, almost red, colour smeared everywhere. There are huge dark bruises and down the middle near the bottom is a bright reddish bruise. It’s odd looking and almost speckled.
There are 5 bandages visible. My tummy looks like someone has used it for stabbing practice with bandaged “X” s all over the place and bright pink, almost red, colour smeared everywhere. There are huge dark bruises and down the middle near the bottom is a bright reddish bruise. It’s odd looking and almost speckled.
This was taken after I got home so it's not as colourful or as bloated as it was the day after surgery and some of the bandages have already come off.
The 3 smaller incisions, each about an inch or so, have crosses of
steri-strips that are caked with blood, some dry and some still oozing. My gown shows the evidence of that in a
couple of places. My belly button has a
double layer of strips that almost seem to be holding it together. The whole abdomen is so distended that I look
like I’m 8 months pregnant – while lying down! Just barely visible beyond the hump is a large
bandage covering the longest cut on the bottom left. It looks to be about 4 or
5 inches across, but with tape and gauze covering it, I’m really not sure. One thing’s certain: I’m very tender so every
wipe of the towel is a bit painful.
The nurses are about to change
shifts so they do temperature, pulse and blood pressure readings one more time. I mention how thirsty I am and some ice chips
help, but I’m only allowed a few at a time. The nurse shows me how to work the
morphine pump that’s attached to the I.V. in the back of my hand. When Mike arrives we visit for a short while
and when he leaves I settle in to try and get some sleep.
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