Day 2 post-op new pacemaker implant.
What I thought would be a simple procedure turned out to be a much bigger deal. The surgeon wanted the new device to be placed in a deeper position and not as close to the surface of the skin as the original one that was implanted in 2015.
This resulted in a larger wound and I ended up with enough bandages to almost qualify as a mummy, at least my top half. I’ll spare you the photos.
And there were rules: the large (understatement) pressure dressing to be removed on day #1, the second dressing underneath the first on day #5, and the remaining steri-strips to be removed in the clinic next week.
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My sister.
I cannot say enough or thank God enough for my sister Joan. In the midst of moving, packing up post-garage sale, facing a close deadline for vacating the house with new buyers moving in next week, Joan spent the entire day with me at the hospital, I’m sure ticking off to-do lists in her head, thinking of all she could’ve accomplished if she were home—then came over early yesterday morning to remove the first set of bandages which was no easy feat. Then rushed home to resume her packing but not without calling to check on me throughout the day.
I am eternally grateful to Joan for her care and for giving up her precious time. That is true sisterly love. 💗
Sisters, sisters.
There were never such devoted sisters.
All kinds of weather, we stick together
The same in the rain or sun.
Two different faces, but in tight places,
We think and act as one.
👯♀️
(Song and lyrics by Rosemary Clooney)
And now I’m taking it easy, resting, and thinking healing thoughts. 😌
Thank you for visiting today.
