so, it's been ten days since the surgery. I followed my doctor's recommendations to the letter. Gobbled down my course of antibiotics. Avoided stress, strain and exercise. Today I got my stitches removed and the surgeon surveyed her work. All good. I am now approved to start exercising again. I'll be back in the pool on Tuesday morning. I can hardly wait. I'm inflating my floaties right now....
I have also been avoiding going out for photo walks. Three reasons: the surgeon was concerned that straining (walking fast, etc.) might raise blood pressure which puts a burden on the stitches and impedes wound closure. Nobody wanted sweat to drip into the incision area and, well, any walk in Texas with enough light to photograph in means it's already hot. And third, I didn't relish looking like a weirdo with a huge (1.5 inch by 3 inch) white bandage taped to my face. No sense looking like a wounded gazelle in a world full of predators, right?
Now the remaining scar just makes me look meaner... At least in my mind.
Now B. will expect me to re-engage in doing household chores....
Now considering recovery cameras. Let's see....
