This is my little scar from my last surgery. It was a LITTLE scar until they had to go back in and clean out a eensy little problem with a leaking blood vessel that they didn’t catch during the surgery.
Adam still talks about the scream that I let out when the original stitches ripped out and the blood drained out through the cast.
This is the top side… it looks mostly normal from here…
And my knuckles don’t look too awful.
I will be really glad when I can take my meds again so it doesn’t get bad…
This one creeps me out big time… This, coupled with the “yeah, you are probably feeling the bones move both in your arm and in your imagination” just makes me wish that Friday would get her NOW… it can’t happen too soon.
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