drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip.
as of 9:30 this morning, no more drip. and no more leaky stomach (hopefully).
let me tell you: it is no wonder that stitch rhymes with bitch. removing that thing hurt like a mother.
but it’s gone now, and shouldn’t be bothering me anymore.
the doctor didn’t seem to know why i was there and was about to give me a fill before i interrupted him and told him that i was there because my incisions were leaking. “oh.” yes. oooooooooooooh.
apparently my body HATES these disolvable stitches and is rejecting them. it’s not too common for something like this to happen, but i’m pretty much known for being one-of-a-kind.
so it was out with that bitch of a stitch and on with something more steri-strip. and it should probably take another week or so to heal, but i should be okay.
the good news is that i don’t have to go back on the 17th for an office visit, but will make another trip to radiology for a second fill under x-ray. that makes me heart happy. personally, i don’t mind doing the whole x-ray thing because there is less poking and prodding (my port is buried underneath years of fat) and the x-ray makes it’s easier to see how much is too much/how much is too little. and i just really like hospital gowns. <—————-sike
when did you get your second fill? did you notice a difference?