Today was a “killer” day for appointments — three on the same day — but here are the results:
1. Wound Clinic, 8:45 a.m. I am done with this. Discharged. The doctor started to scrape at the scab covering the incision and said, “There’s no point my trying to do anything with this. It’s healed.” Checked the two drain sites and said, “That’s skin growing in there.” Was it just five weeks ago that we all thought this would take until Christmas?!
2. Infectious Disease doctor, 12:30 p.m. “You look so much better than the first time I saw you. As long as you’re not having any fever from the removal of the drains, I don’t need to see you again.”
3. Coumadin Clinic, 3:00 p.m. (theoretically — I didn’t get in till after 3:30). No change in the dosage, and apparently, the blood clot I got from the PICC line will dissolve itself over a period of about 3-6 months. Once my clotting level stabilizes, these appointments will gradually decrease from weekly to monthly.
Oh, and the best part: I get to take a shower again. If you hear a faint rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus clear the other side of the country, around 6:00 p.m., that’ll be me.
I GOT MY LIFE BACK!!!!!