but not like I expected. I never did hear from the nurse yesterday. I got up this morning and did my usual shower and pulled out the gauze as I was directed to do. Afterwards, I was blow drying my hair and realized the wound was bleeding, all down my back. I quickly woke Joe up to see what was going on. He said it looked bad and I needed to go to the hospital. After I sat down and cried and felt sorry for myself, I gathered myself up, shook off the pity party and got dressed.
The experience at the hospital was far from perfect, in fact it was very trying. Lourde's is usually really good about getting you in and out but today was the exception. They probably knew I was coming so they made sure it was more difficult. Just kidding, sorry, the pity party tried to come back. Anyway, I finally saw a nurse who said there really wasn't anything they could do (thanks a lot for the wait lady!) and she sent me to my surgeon's office where the ever so friendly nurse, Teresa, took care of cleaning and redressing the area. Joe watched her to see how she was doing it and learned a few things.
We left and stopped at Burger King for a quick breakfast before he dropped me off here at work. I started to just go back home but decided it would be best to stay busy today. I will go back to see the surgeon Thursday afternoon and hopefully this crap will be over soon. I can't tell you have sick I am of dealing with this continually. It is getting harder and harder to look on the positive and grateful side.