EPILOGUE:
It's been a couple weeks now and I just got a good look at the surgical area (in the mirror)
yesterday for the first time.
My wife had kept me from doing so up until then, saying it would freak me out.
Turns out - she was right.
Looks like a bad sci-fi movie down there....
It's not pretty is what I'm saying - downright scary, really - but both she and the surgeon
say it's actually improving nicely.
He tells me it was one of his more "invasive" procedures in recent memory, what with old
scar tissue from previous (cancer) surgeries in the area and all. They go through six layers
of muscle and diaphragm and catgut and whatever else is down there, put everything from
your innards back on the right side of all that, then put a big ol' round mesh patch in there
to get that rascal to stay on the good side of things.
Stitches inside, stiches on the underside of the closure (but nothing but human glue on the outside!).
All that means is that it was more than he bargained for before he started, but he handled it fine
and I'll be ok eventually - just going to take time (and y'all know how I am with patience...).
Kills me I can't do much of anything work-wise right now - and I can't drive Fred, despite the
really nice weather we have currently!!
Hell, I'm not supposed to pick up 10 pounds for crying out loud....
Not that I'm that good at listening to instructions, either...
Gonna be some cool scars to add to the collection, though.
Oh....and the oxy-whatevers that my wife filled the prescription on "because doc says you'll
need them"?
They're still full in the bottle and stuffed in my desk. Forever.