It’s been many weeks since I last posted. While I’ve been gone I’ve been working on getting healthy.

I’ve been having my meds monitored and working on healing the giant wound on my tush.

The med monitoring went great. I have a bill of health to return to work on 9/3.

My tushy hasn’t been so lucky. The infection healed quickly and I was off antibiotics in a week. I was told to keep doing what I was doing to treat the wound (gauze, tape etc.) for a couple of  weeks. There was no improvement.

Two weeks ago, the doctor said the wound would need to be packed. My poor husband had to go into the doctor’s office and learn to pack the wound. This was a level of intimacy that I was hoping to not reach the first two years of marriage. We created a routine and every night he packed the wound. I’m so grateful and really proud.

I went back for another follow-up yesterday. Justin was worried because once again there was no improvement and we should have been seeing miracle healing by this point. Turns out that he had reason to be worried. The infection caused the wound to not heal properly (actually not at all) and I would need another surgery. This time instead of excision of the cyst, it’s a debridement of the wound. My next surgery will be on 9/16.

This will be the third surgery I’ve had since March.

I had vacation scheduled to start on 9/16 but I wasn’t going to use it due to the fact that I’ve been on medical leave this whole time. Now with doctor’s orders I need to take a full week off before returning to work. There goes the vacation.

If this surgery doesn’t go well and the wound still doesn’t heal, I’ll be referred to a wound clinic where they have fancy & magical ways of healing wounds (this is my personal interpretation).  I really can’t imagine what it would mean for the surgery to not work, so I’m ignoring this piece of information as much as possible.

In the meantime, Justin and I will continue our routine to prevent the wound from getting worse and thus making the surgery that much worse.

I’m handling the news of another surgery fairly well. Crying, laughing, crying, laughing. You get the picture.

I hope my next post is a happier post.

Keep being plucky.