Yank ‘Em Already!
…The next day, October 10th, finally, was my drain removal day. It could not come fast enough. They were becoming increasingly itchy.
So, can we please yank them?
(Hubby) and I arrived at the surgeon’s office. I hopped on a reclining exam table and Dr. M. removed the bandages, approving of how I had been healing, thus far.
“Okay, deep breath in, on the count of three…one, two, three!” My right- sided drain didn’t hurt at all; it pulled right out. I was relieved, especially as that drain site felt more irritated of late.
Moving on to my left side, the same drill: “Okay, deep breath in, on the count of three…one, two, three!”
Ye-e-e-owww!
That one smarted and resisted coming out before the complete yank. I saw Hubby wince and look away. Not a great sign there that things are hunky dory. Dr. M. nonchalantly explained, “Sometimes they catch.”
Sometimes they catch.
I was re-bandaged. I had another checkup later in the month.
I quickly looked in the mirror. That lumpy spot, just below the collarbone on my right side, was gone. I asked what had happened to it.
“Oh, that was the drain.”
Wow. It was shoved up that far, huh? Bizarre. It made me feel like I was incubating a tape worm…
