Surgery
Well, I certainly hope nobody was hurt by THE BULLET I JUST FRIGGIN’ DUCKED!!
NO SURGERY FOR THE SAILOR!!
The surgeon checked me out and decided that surgery would be useless. She (yup, had to be a she, didn’t it?) explained that in a week or so my butt would just naturally fall off.
No, she said that my body was absorbing the clot nicely and that surgery, at this point, wouldn’t really help. She prescribed a couple of tubes of some sort of numbing salve, suggested we keep one hidden away for any possible repeat, and sent us on our way.
We and us because Dian insisted on accompanying me. Not so she could make sure that I was going to be okay, but because she found it all fascinating. Girl scares me sometimes.
Anyway, I have a couple of weeks of gradually diminishing pain ahead, but no slicing, dicing, or stitches.
I call that a win!