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The Non-Infection Infection

I had my appointment with Dr. Guy’s people this morning at 11:15. There is good news afoot dear reader. According to Dr. Guy’s PA, the troublesome spot on my back is NOT infected. The white stuff is simply “flesh”. That IS a direct quote.

Unfortunately the flesh is inhibiting healing, so we’re back to doing wet-to-dry bandages. I have a follow up appointment in two weeks to check the progress. Hopefully by then the area will FINALLY be closed up.

For those not familiar with wet to dry bandages, I’ll explain. I believe I may have mentioned the profess in an earlier post but I’d hate for you to have to dig for it. When there is a fairly shallow wound in need of debreiding, the least painful ad least invasive way to do it and keep it relatively sterile is to use a wet-to-dry. Here, you take a piece of sterile gauze ad soak it thoroughly with saline. Then you pack it lightly into the wound so that it covers every bit of it, even into the corners. The wet then gets covered with dry gauze and taped. When it dries, the gauze adheres to the biological matter to be removed. When you pull it out to change it, it takes some of the matter with it. Then the process is repeated until the wound is clean.

Our bodies heal from the inside out. Following this process gives your body a clean bed from which to grow new flesh and eventually skin. It can be tedious and somewhat frustrating. Sometimes it only pulls off a little bit. I just keep focusing on the good news that it’s not infected.

 

Batshit Crazy

I was hooked up to a portable V.A.C. machine (http://www.kci1.com/35.asp), from December 7th 2007 until January 24th 2008 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  Except for the few hours every three days that my husband spent pulling the specialized foam from the open wounds in my chest, cutting new pieces and putting the plastic and suction tubes back on, I carried this thing around with me as it slowly healed my chest.

It uses low level vacuum pressure to close the wounds and pull out dead tissue and fluids.  In all honesty I think it saved my life.  Up until the point that the surgeon’s nurse suggested it, I had been packing the open wounds with saline-soaked gauze three times a day.  Even though i was grateful for the machine, it still made a soft clattering sound that was a constant reminder that I had made this choice and it was my fault that this was happening to, not only myself, but my husband and my sons.

During those months, I became even more depressed than I previously was.  I think that I’m still suffering from what is called “situational depression”.  I don’t like going to bed because during the day and evening there are so many distractions.  When I go to bed, though, the distractions are gone and I’m left alone with my thoughts.  Sometimes I can’t fall asleep until 3 am.  Then I sleep until 11 and the cycle perpetuates itself.

I recognize depression in myself because there was a time when I loved cruising eBay.  Now, I have little to no interest.  I mean, I *could* look, but what’s the point?  I’m not totally depressed.  I still love my work and I’m excited about BoobCast.  It just seems like some of the flavor has been taken out of the world.

I’m not the type to pin happiness on a situation.  Such as, I don’t say things like “I’ll be happy when I get ________________”.  I think I’m making an exception though.  I’ll be happier when I don’t look at my chest in the mirror and feel mangled.

In the mean time…I’m batshit crazy.

 
 
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