Grooooossssss...
Had my check up with the doctor today. My leg's not looking too bad, considering what's been done to it. The doctor did his best not to destroy my tattoo, even though he had to cut right through it. Instead of stitching or stapling it up, he used that skin bond glue stuff and tape to put it back together. The other side is stapled and it's awesomely disgusting. My skin's all bruised and stretched and folded together.
Of course, I had my mother take photos of my incisions. I intend to document every step of my recovery. The doctor wanted to know why I wanted pictures, and he laughed when I told him. I didn't like this guy at first, but he's gotten a lot more personable since my first visit. After the surgery, he seemed pretty impressed with how badly I broke my leg, so maybe that's why.
I forgot to add to the last post- apparently the piece of bone that broke off of my ankle was so sharp that it sliced through the doctor's gloves during surgery. That's pretty fucking metal right there. Also, apparently he didn't remove the chunk of bone. The two big screws going up inside my fibula are holding it on.
Anyway. otherhazards went home for clean clothes and such, and I'm going to take a nap until she gets back, so I'll leave you with the latest photos.
EDIT: I keep forgetting shit! Jesus Christ, these pain meds are making my brains leak out my ears.
I got a(nother) get-well package from teratomarty today with a bag of Cadbury Mini-Eggs (my favorite candy), an old fashioned test tube circa 1900, a contemporary test tube, and an array of tiny accessories for the tiny Pickles doll he made me for Christmas in it. Included were a tiny skull bong, a tiny prescription bottle (with working unscrewable cap), a tiny set of crutches, a tiny neon green codpiece, a pair of tiny red boots, a tiny cinnamon bun, and a tiny (burnt XD) silver skull.
<3, mi mariquita. Tiny things make me feel so much better.
Of course, I had my mother take photos of my incisions. I intend to document every step of my recovery. The doctor wanted to know why I wanted pictures, and he laughed when I told him. I didn't like this guy at first, but he's gotten a lot more personable since my first visit. After the surgery, he seemed pretty impressed with how badly I broke my leg, so maybe that's why.
I forgot to add to the last post- apparently the piece of bone that broke off of my ankle was so sharp that it sliced through the doctor's gloves during surgery. That's pretty fucking metal right there. Also, apparently he didn't remove the chunk of bone. The two big screws going up inside my fibula are holding it on.
Anyway. otherhazards went home for clean clothes and such, and I'm going to take a nap until she gets back, so I'll leave you with the latest photos.
EDIT: I keep forgetting shit! Jesus Christ, these pain meds are making my brains leak out my ears.
I got a(nother) get-well package from teratomarty today with a bag of Cadbury Mini-Eggs (my favorite candy), an old fashioned test tube circa 1900, a contemporary test tube, and an array of tiny accessories for the tiny Pickles doll he made me for Christmas in it. Included were a tiny skull bong, a tiny prescription bottle (with working unscrewable cap), a tiny set of crutches, a tiny neon green codpiece, a pair of tiny red boots, a tiny cinnamon bun, and a tiny (burnt XD) silver skull.
<3, mi mariquita. Tiny things make me feel so much better.