Emmer Effer! That Hurt!!

I had my two-week surgical follow up visit yesterday. I had a long stitch hanging out of my belly button. I had trimmed it earlier this week as it was pretty long, but my doc decided it needed to go. She had me lay back on her table (fully clothed for once) and pulled it right out. I was pointing my toes in anticipation of it hurting, as I often do in the hygienist’s chair when my lower teeth are being scraped. The tugging didn’t hurt at all, so I quickly relaxed and my toes went back to a more normal position.

I shouldn’t have let my toes let down their guard so quickly. It was time for a cleaning. I’ve been gently pulling scabs off as they loosen up and cleaning two to three times a day with hydrogen peroxide. My good doc plunged a wooden handled q-tip into a bottle of hp and then proceeded to poke and prod me with it for what seemed like an eternity. My toes are still sore today from pointing so hard. My old swim coaches would be proud at how flexible my ankles still are.

When the doc finished, she asked if I wanted a band-aid. Of course I didn’t want a band-aid. What would I need that for? I looked down and realized my belly button was now bleeding. The parts that weren’t bleeding were all bright red and icky. My belly button still looks a bit like Rudolph’s nose. On the flip side, my other two incisions look amazing.