We don't see Dr. Jeng until Tuesday, August 30th at 11:20 AM. Until then, we are not allowed to change the bandages on the exfix. That means we don't get to see how gross this thing really is for a few more weeks.
In the meantime, I figured a video might help capture how big and obtrusive this thing is. It's definitely heavier than last year's exfix. Instead of cutting off the k-wires, Dr. Jeng bent them back into the exfix. This is a great move. If these wires were cut, they would have torn holes in our blankets and sheets just like last year.
I get to start taking enoxaparin sodium injections again to thin my blood and reduce my risk of developing blood clots. I cannot emphasize how much I enjoy inserting needles into my skin. I don't know how long I have to keep these up. I didn't receive any alcohol swabs to clean my skin first, so I'm skipping these until Brooke can steal some from work.

Speaking of injections, here's the result of an absolutely terrible attempt at starting an IV on my right arm. The nurse technician on Monday gave it a shot, missed, and then mumbled something about how she thinks she can "float it in."
Float it in? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? Any why on Earth would I want anyone to float anything in anywhere on my body? That should be a standard, unsaid rule -- never float things in my body.
Dear Tony, I've missed your gross-out photos. Glad you were able to "float in" a picture of Spunky in this last round of posts.
ReplyDeleteP.S. How can you call The Spunk an UGLY dog?! She's beautiful!