The instructions I got when they sent me home include the information that I could remove the top two layers of dressings on the incisions 48 hours after surgery, and that this would leave a layer of "steri-strips" that would fall off on their own sometime in the next two weeks. It took me a day or two to put this together and realize that the odd cross-hatched pattern stuff over the incisions, with the dried blood in it, is the steri-strips. I suspect this means I'm not going to smell entirely clean to myself until the things fall off (though I did have an actual shower—as distinct from minimal sponge-baths—last night).
I'm still not sleeping through the night. This time, I woke up around 3, took a painkiller, and went back to sleep. Then woke up again around 6, sat up hurriedly, and remembered as I was sitting up that I'm not supposed to do that, I'm supposed to get into and out of bed slowly and carefully. My right side is not happy right now; I suspect a connection.
Still breathing shallowly. Yawning hurt last night. Still not coughing, really, because doing so hurts, but the shallowness of breath and the whatever-it-is at the back of my throat have me wanting to. (Laughing hurts too, but I'd rather be amused than yawn. And it's easier to avoid humor than to avoid yawning.)
I'm still not sleeping through the night. This time, I woke up around 3, took a painkiller, and went back to sleep. Then woke up again around 6, sat up hurriedly, and remembered as I was sitting up that I'm not supposed to do that, I'm supposed to get into and out of bed slowly and carefully. My right side is not happy right now; I suspect a connection.
Still breathing shallowly. Yawning hurt last night. Still not coughing, really, because doing so hurts, but the shallowness of breath and the whatever-it-is at the back of my throat have me wanting to. (Laughing hurts too, but I'd rather be amused than yawn. And it's easier to avoid humor than to avoid yawning.)
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