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He took off the dressing and I peeked (but not for long) and it's healing!!!Visibly. Much less like something took a chunk out of my leg. I had him take a photo (which I probably will NOT post--don't want to gross anyone out). Re-bandaged the leg, it hurt this time so I came home and just took two motrin. First time it's hurt this much but I suppose it's good....back to him on Tuesday.
Partying tonight at the Blaylock launch (no liquor of course).
Partying tonight at the Blaylock launch (no liquor of course).
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With the only surgery I've ever had (yanno, that wasn't a tonsillectomy, where there's not much to see), I was decidedly ambivalent about the experience of seeing that I was, in fact, made of meat.
Weirdly though, I actually like to be able to see what's going on with medical procedures. Somehow, in my head, that's different from seeing the healing part.
Here's to minimal scarring and uncomplicated recovery!