I saw my surgeon on Thursday for the wound from my surgery in June. Yes, I'm still under his care AND having a nurse coming out twice a week to change the dressing. At least I was. I am now officially...
No more visits to the surgeon and no more visits from the nurses. The wound appears to finally be closed. Although there is a centimeter deep indentation where the last of the wound was. Tonight I showered for the first time since June 8, 2006 without a bandage of any kind over the wound. And I have no plans to put a bandage over it at all.
The only drawback at the moment is the sheer ugliness of the wound. Something I'm reminded of frequently since I can't seem to keep from pulling up my nightgown to look. The joke was that I was wounded in a sword fight. The scar is not evidence to the contrary. It really does look like a sword wound.
Oh well. I'm just happy to be alive. And bandage-free!