Went in to see Dr. Janet today to get the packing removed from the hole in my shoulder and see if I needed stitches. Apparently I'm not done yet. She took the dressing off, and pulled the shunt and packing out, releasing a torrent, not a trickle, not a stream, a fucking torrent of vital bodily fluids. It gushed out my shoulder and down my back soaking my shorts and panties before the nurse could catch it with towels. I'm feeling a little light-headed again and she starts in on squishing the holy shitsnacks out of it, releasing a new torrent. At this point, feeling the pain and slightly nauseous, I ask if it's time to put a bandaid on it and let me go. I know, ever the optimist. Laughing like the sadist she it, Dr. Janet informed me that I wasn't quite there yet, but I was definitely better.
Instead of being released, the wound got repacked and covered in what I can only call a wound sanitary napkin that I have to replace daily. And I have to go back for more torture on Monday. But I still have the pain meds. Thank God in Heaven, I still have my pain meds.