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At weekends, as the outpatients department is closed, I go to a ward in the main hospital and present myself at the nurses station. I am shown to a room where a nurse comes in to change my dressing. Yesterday, the nurse looked at the tongue of glue and asked me about it. I explained what it was, how the surgeon had trimmed it a week and a half earlier and how I was looking forward to a fresh trimming when I saw him on Tuesday. It was increasing uncomfortable as it gradually climbed out of its burrow in my buttock.
Today, she told me that she had seen the surgeon and asked him about it. He said that he had trimmed it. She said it was poking out further. He said it wasn't meant to do that. She said that whatever it was meant to do or not, it was doing exactly that. She told me that it took a while to convince him but once she had he suggested that she give it a tug and see what happened. If it didn't move, she should trim it.
I averted my eyes. She tugged. A lump of blood red bioglue came out.
A huge feeling of relief in the buttock region.
The lump was around 1.5" x 1.5" x 0.3". It tapered into a point. It had sat an inch a and a half into my buttock causing understandable discomfort. A deep hole remains but it is a deep hole that can now think about healing without having to worry about slowly ejecting a large foreign body.