The Big Reveal

Today was the big reveal…I went to Dr. Awesome Doc for him to look at the wound and change the dressing. But the drive there was 2 hrs plus so we had to leave at 8 am. On the way we drove through several snow squalls.

Also on the drive, my dad informed me that I had linked to the wrong book (he started writing texts in 1979 and there are about 22 versions so excuuuuse me) (I also have a copy of the text in Korean so if you’d like to practice organic chemistry in Korean, let me know and I’ll hook you up.). Here, as proof, is me in the textbook, page 792, chapter on Carbonic Acid. (Carbonic Acid and Lactic Acid have something to do with one another. What, exactly, I can’t tell you, as I was an english major. Please see page 792.)

We got to the doctor’s office with no drama – except the parking garage robbed us blind, $13 for part of an hour! I’d made Wanda the Surgical Coordinator banana bread last night, to thank her for all the time she’s spent with my insurance so far. I think I’ve finally won her over.

Then it was time for the big reveal…Dr. Awesome Doc* removed the bandages, and……voila!

(Graphic Photo ahead, but not as graphic as it’s gonna get in a few. You were warned.)

Bad Ass Scars

*Dr. Awesome Doc further proved his awesomeness when I asked if I could photograph this, and he took my phone from me to “get a better angle.”

He then went on to tell me how because the interior damage was better than expected, he closed the wound with steri-strips, which are basically stitches that will disintegrate on their own (He also pointed out that they are “made by 3M, the same people who make Post-It notes!” I am sure 3M appreciates the additional plug). After another week, I can take the bandages off (still on crutches) and take showers without the giant cast cover on it. Woo!

Then the real magic began. While he was operating last week, Dr. Awesome Doc took photos (not with my phone. I was asleep and phone was in car, remember? So I presume with his own camera or something). Which he then proceeded to show me during our visit yesterday, explain to me and then email my way.

Warning! Warning! Warning! If you are squeamish and/or eating breakfast and/or chicken (eating chicken or just generally you are a chicken), you may wish to finish what you are doing and return at a later time.

How freaking cool is this? It’s me. I’m sleeping peacefully. This is my right ankle, cut open for all to see.

MFF

More foot. Should I feel naked?

There were a few more pics, but even I realize they may begin to feel redundant. We left the doctor’s office, had a lovely lunch from the bagel shop by my house, checked my mail and headed home. 250 miles RT for a 20 minute appointment. Oh well. The photos and making Wanda happy were worth it.

So, the good news is that I can take a shower next Wednesday, and I don’t have another doctor’s appt til February 13, when I go back to work. The bad news is that my time on crutches is not at all reduced by me not having a cast. Boo, hiss, boo.

Additional good news: I did 202 228 dips today (all going up and down my parents’ stairs), plus 35 (girl) pushups AND I crutched an honest 1/4 mile.

More bad news: I have not read one single book of that stack of 22 (I do, however, heartily recommend you watch both “Ides of March” and “Moneyball”); the DC Library is insisting I still have a book and dvd I returned last week; and I just remembered I have a “coaching call” (what I refer to as “Ladies Leadership” from a leadership course I was selected to attend this past fall) tomorrow at 9:30 a.m. I have already put it off twice so there is absolutely no way I can get out of it again. Oops. But I do need to pretend to be prepared. Going to bed at 1:46 a.m. is probably not a good way to do this.