Stripped
The rest of the steri-strips came off today.
Not by themselves, mind you. But with the surgeon's blessing. At his direction, really.
I am much more comfortable.
The incisions are truly tiny. And when the stitches dissolve, they (the incisions) should be completely unnoticeable.
I'm mostly free of restrictions at this point, with two exceptions: a) heavy lifting and b) the stretching exercises I'm supposed to be doing as part of the physical therapy for my arm. Both could undo the surgeon's handiwork in stitching me up.
So I guess that means my slothfulness is, for the time being, medically sanctioned.
Would anyone care to peel me a grape?
Not by themselves, mind you. But with the surgeon's blessing. At his direction, really.
I am much more comfortable.
The incisions are truly tiny. And when the stitches dissolve, they (the incisions) should be completely unnoticeable.
I'm mostly free of restrictions at this point, with two exceptions: a) heavy lifting and b) the stretching exercises I'm supposed to be doing as part of the physical therapy for my arm. Both could undo the surgeon's handiwork in stitching me up.
So I guess that means my slothfulness is, for the time being, medically sanctioned.
Would anyone care to peel me a grape?
posted by Jody Rosen Knower at 6:45 PM
1 Comments:
I will!
You name the type of grape and the location of peeling, and I'm there. :)
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