This is my going home bandage.
I will leave in on for two days. Then I have regular band aids with Vaseline.
This bandage was putting pressure on the wound.
I felt I was cared for.
She cut the outside of my nose more than I ever imagined she would.
So I cried and the assistant ran off to get the doctor.
(The Doctor got all the cancer in one try. So I only had to wait for results once.
I was thankful that I did not have to stay another three hours. )
The Dr. showed me samples of how the body heals and she showed me dramatic pictures of before and afters. She didn't feel I needed to see a Plastic Surgeon tomorrow. She asked me to come back in to see her in two or three weeks. She felt quite sure I would heal well. And if things need help we will consult a Plastic Surgeon then.
It just shocked me and so I cried.
The Doc was sweet and rubbed my arm and tried to reassure me.
I was sleepy and wobbly from the medicine. I did not say strange things but I did sleep in the lobby like a champ. (I can not sleep ANYWHERE)
Patrick came with me and was very sweet. He marveled at his sleeping wife and brought me a Pink Drink.
I feel ya Jack.
I feel ya.
Thank you for the thoughts and prayers.
I'm doing okay.
Still a little dopey from the medicine.
Lots of love