I took the bandage off yesterday afternoon. Right now I feel like I'm falling down a deep dark hole.
That is how I felt during the whole procedure, like I was helplessly getting beat up. Such a horrible thing to happen when you are awake and aware of it all. No control, no way to fight back, just have to lie there and take it. It was like they would stop for a while and then say, “let’s beat her up again.”
It is 3" in length....I just hope and pray it heals and fades after the stitches are out.
I am very grateful they got it all and I will give it time to heal. Tomorrow is a new day. Actually the rest of today can be a new day, too. I know mentally I will eventually be all right. I am not one to be down for long. I just had the stuffing knocked out of me and for right now this is how I feel. I will just work through these feelings and come out even stronger on the other side.
If you wish to see. . .
We are leaving soon to go to the military funeral and burial of our old friend, Artie. I was told by a few to go early and take my camera, because there are many things in this cemetery to see and photograph.
Pete went to the store and got me some giant type bandages that I will probably trim down so I can cover it up. Doctor said to leave it open as much as possible, but I can cover it if I have to go out around people.
My sister said something yesterday to me that may become my mantra. “Wear it with pride.”
I'm not quite there yet, but someday . . .