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365 Days of Carol Anne (Learning to Love Myself)

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Day 85

Today I feel the best I have since surgery on Monday. The hubs took me for a ride when he went to pick up our Saturday pretzels and pizza and then took me with when he ran out to ACME for sugar for our coffee. It was nice to leave the house. I wore a hat to run out both times but felt very uncomfortable with the well-dressed, well made-up women and their teenage daughters shopping in Liscio’s staring at me. Oh well I suppose you’re going to meet ignorant people no matter where you go. *laughs* Perhaps I should have said, “Maybe if you stare long enough I’ll do a trick.”

I sincerely can’t wait for Wednesday when the stitches come out and perhaps I’ll be relieved of my snorkitude snorkiness or at least be able to wear a scarf again without my head appearing misshapen. I have a political blog (actually 2) rambling around in my head so perhaps you’ll see more than my recent slate of Woe is Me content next week.

Thanks for coming back every day to read and comment. I love you all.

Love,

~ Carol Anne

365 Days of Carol Anne (Learning to Love Myself)

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Day 84

It’s been a trying day. I had an expected but annoying and gross development today. Attention Squeamish Folks … STOP READING HERE …

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The area on my leg where they took the skin for the skin graft is covered in a thin plastic dressing. It filled with blood and fluids as it was meant to do and formed a bubble filled with the aforementioned bodily fluids. Well kids the bubble burst today. Dr. Matthews prepared us for this eventuality so I cleaned up and covered the ruptured dressing with a sanitary napkin and wrapped my leg with an ACE bandage. (today’s photo)

It was quite a mess. It ruined the scrub pants the physical therapy folks gave me while I was in the hospital.  I had to scrub the couch and the bathroom floor after bandaging my leg with multiple sanitary pads, 1 ACE bandage and several roles of bandage we were using for my head. I’ve since rewrapped it with more care and less mess. The hubs brought me home a larger ACE bandage so it was easier to wrap this time around. I of course was much calmer tonight than I was this afternoon when this all happened.

I’m fine and this was an expected but extremely irksome, irritating, annoying and messy development. I called the doctor’s office and I’m doing exactly as I was instructed so my Wednesday appointment stands. Until them I’m a snork with a sanitary pad attached to my leg with an ACE bandage. *deep sigh* I’m sort of miserable, very irritated and quite over my recent circumstances.

In related news … *laughs* Oscar the Grouch has offered me his trash can until my mood improves.

365 Days of Carol Anne (Learning to Love Myself)

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Day 83

I was grumpy, grouchy, irritable and annoyed last night. Then late lat night or early this morning I walked in to the living room where  Cuppy was cuddled up in her spot and Snowy was cuddled up in his spot & the hubs was dozing on the couch and I was overwhelmed with how much I love them, all of them. I’m so blessed and fortunate to be surrounded by so much love.

The hubs went back to work today. I made dinner. Life is moving forward. The dressing comes off on Wednesday and hopefully then I’ll be snorkified. Until then I’m working on being grateful for all that is good in my life.

365 Days of Carol Anne (Learning to Love Myself)

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Day 73

I’m frustrated tonight. I didn’t sleep at all last night because I had to be up at 5:30am to be at the lab for my pre-op blood work at 6am so Chuck could take me before work. I ended up falling asleep mid morning so now I’m not tired at all. I’m totally not up for another sleepless night. I have an appointment with my new oncologist tomorrow afternoon. I’d like to be in a good frame of mind when I meet her. *sigh*

But what’s actually frustrating me is the phone call I received this afternoon. The plastic surgeon’s office called to let me know that something has come up and my surgery has been rescheduled to next week. I wonder if doctors and hospitals realize that it’s not just the patient who is affected? With the surgery scheduled for Friday, Chuck was able to be home with me Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Now he’ll only be able to be home the day of surgery and maybe the day after. Not to mention that I’m scared to death and just want this all to be over. I don’t want to be put to sleep and I don’t want to have a breathing tube down my throat again. I’m afraid and pushing surgery back just gives me more time to worry. Ugh!

Thank you for coming back each day and reading.

Love,

~ Carol Anne