D-Day + one week after my little trip to the day surgery hospital and the wraps have come off my wound for the first time. I haven’t been nervous about going back to the nurse for her to take a look but it has been playing on my mind a little but it is all kosher.
I have been a little wary of doing too much with my arm lest I pop a stitch but after peeling layers of bandages off today the nurse seemed to think it was going very well and healing the way it should. I must say you can see the indentation in my arm where the skin has been removed but the flap which Dr Vlad created looks seamless to these untrained eyes, except of course for the large S-shaped scar replete with dissolving stitches. There was just a small area that still hadn’t knitted together but that wasn’t anything shocking to the nurse. She re-dressed the wound and made another appointment for me in two weeks as Dr Vlad she feels will want to see his finished work for himself. Standard stuff I imagine.
I asked her if I was fine to go back to work and she seemed to think so although she advised me to take it easy. I didn’t make any aside as to how easy it is to take it easy where I work as she was quite an efficient operator who didn’t seem too prone to chattiness or willing to be a victim of attempts at jocularity from a patient. My postal humour may have been a little beyond her tolerance quota so I didn’t push it despite the fact she was young, tall, blonde and very attractive!
I could have pushed for another week off I guess, afterall at my consultation Dr Vlad did suggest ten days off but I think I will make it through relatively unscathed today, perhaps a little bit of caution required when tipping bags or handling large parcels. I may try to bandage it up again for the day just in case I get a knock. It’s amazing how many times you can brush a wound during the course of the day, causing pain and alarm. Funny thing is, now I am home with fresh dressing it is a little sore to touch. No doubt I will manage.
The main thing which was concerning me today was getting hold of a backdated medical certificate to accompany my sick leave form which will be awaiting me at work. It was no trouble, they were happy to oblige but it does seem I worry about these small things far too much causing me a some anxious thoughts and restless sleep. Not being use to medical procedures and methods of payment and such things is also something that gets my mind racing. But it is almost over now. Just working out how to claim through my health fund will be my next task. Again, I’m a babe in the woods with such things but it will all shake out in the wash I’m sure.
So, the little spot on my arm which I noticed a couple of years ago has been excised and the chapter is almost closed on this particular medical tale in the book of my life. It hasn’t been too much worry, more a hassle, one which I hope I will not have to repeat anytime soon. From here on in it will be slip, slop, slap all the way and hopefully avoidance of “cutters” like good Doctor Vlad will become the rule.
Have a nice day.
I have been a little wary of doing too much with my arm lest I pop a stitch but after peeling layers of bandages off today the nurse seemed to think it was going very well and healing the way it should. I must say you can see the indentation in my arm where the skin has been removed but the flap which Dr Vlad created looks seamless to these untrained eyes, except of course for the large S-shaped scar replete with dissolving stitches. There was just a small area that still hadn’t knitted together but that wasn’t anything shocking to the nurse. She re-dressed the wound and made another appointment for me in two weeks as Dr Vlad she feels will want to see his finished work for himself. Standard stuff I imagine.
I asked her if I was fine to go back to work and she seemed to think so although she advised me to take it easy. I didn’t make any aside as to how easy it is to take it easy where I work as she was quite an efficient operator who didn’t seem too prone to chattiness or willing to be a victim of attempts at jocularity from a patient. My postal humour may have been a little beyond her tolerance quota so I didn’t push it despite the fact she was young, tall, blonde and very attractive!
I could have pushed for another week off I guess, afterall at my consultation Dr Vlad did suggest ten days off but I think I will make it through relatively unscathed today, perhaps a little bit of caution required when tipping bags or handling large parcels. I may try to bandage it up again for the day just in case I get a knock. It’s amazing how many times you can brush a wound during the course of the day, causing pain and alarm. Funny thing is, now I am home with fresh dressing it is a little sore to touch. No doubt I will manage.
The main thing which was concerning me today was getting hold of a backdated medical certificate to accompany my sick leave form which will be awaiting me at work. It was no trouble, they were happy to oblige but it does seem I worry about these small things far too much causing me a some anxious thoughts and restless sleep. Not being use to medical procedures and methods of payment and such things is also something that gets my mind racing. But it is almost over now. Just working out how to claim through my health fund will be my next task. Again, I’m a babe in the woods with such things but it will all shake out in the wash I’m sure.
So, the little spot on my arm which I noticed a couple of years ago has been excised and the chapter is almost closed on this particular medical tale in the book of my life. It hasn’t been too much worry, more a hassle, one which I hope I will not have to repeat anytime soon. From here on in it will be slip, slop, slap all the way and hopefully avoidance of “cutters” like good Doctor Vlad will become the rule.
Have a nice day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 