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@cliveo
The psychological ups and downs of this are really wearing. Yesterday the dressing leaked. A foul smelling pool of fluid sat on my office chair. I went off to hospital and found that they had rearranged my booking for no apparent reason. Managed to get it sorted but more bother and nuisance. The skin around the wound is sore after two months of sticky dressings and oozing secretions. This morning the dressing had started to come off. Stuck it back on with tape that will continue to irritate my flesh until this evening when the dressing is changed once more, provided I phone soon to ensure that my appointment has not been messed around any more. Can't get the dressing wet and so can't shower and so I wash my hair and then sponge wash the rest of me and dream about a proper shower. I craned my neck yesterday and saw the wound. Wide and deep but getting redder. Although this means it is sorer it means that it is healing but there is so much healing to do. My despondency lies in the realisation that I am many weeks away from my bike and starting to look fat(ter) around my face and worrying that I might never fit back into my clothes once I dispense with trackie bottoms. The whole thing dominates my life and my thoughts and distracts me from my work.
Tomorrow, I will probably feel optimistic and upbeat, such are the vagaries of my mood swings.
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