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 Russell 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...
