I had the steri-strips taken off today (butterfly stitches as some people call them?) I had an allergic reaction to them which began about a week ago, and the first 4 days was incredibly difficult to get through without scratching. The itching went away and left my skin feeling extremely sensitive, even the softest t-shirt feels like mesh grating on my skin.
Well, minus the skin irritation around my nipples, the left one especially, the healing is going/looking great. The bruising is still swelled a lot but it will go down over the next few weeks. My surgeon is happy with the results from a surgical point of view. one nipple is different to the other because of the hematoma, and reopening the incision to fix me up.
Despite being all fleshy and being really freaked out, I'm really pleased with how it looks. My right side isn't causing me any discomfort, only the left.
Apparently when I went back into theater that night, I wouldn't stop bleeding. It took her what should of been 5 minutes a good hour or so to manage. My mum says I'm really lucky, as my blood pressure really dropped.
I've been instructed to go back to the gym in 6 weeks time to help my chest develop. I've gotta go lightly though, my surgeon doesn't want me to burst open the blood vessels she spend all night cauterizing. I don't want to either.
One thing I really appreciated today, was on our way for a pub lunch.
Driving up to Parbold, you can't see a thing. The clouds bringing in the snow have covered everything around us. The snow was getting heavier as we got towards the Wayfarer. You could see the road, and white. That was it. For a little while I reflected on when we lived in Coliston, driving up those country roads, snowed in for weeks at one point. I'd take max out in the snow every year, we'd play for hours and hours. Even now if it snows, it's like in his mind, he goes back to those days. I can walk him any time of year and he's happy. If I walk him in the snow, he's a puppy again. He's bouncing all over the place waiting for the next snowball to destroy.
Then we arrived, I stumbled out of the car then we began walking towards the entrance to the pub. The snow was still falling quite heavily and just to feel it across my face took me back to when we lived in Scotland. Only for a moment, it was like I was 9 years old again, out in the middle of nowhere, with my mum.
