I'm so SICK of wounds!
CAUTION: content may be graphic if you're the queasy type.
So, since Thanksgiving, when the surgery sites were practically closed, they have opened and scaled over and opened again so many times I'm starting to doubt my body's ability to make skin. Last week I saw another wound specialist, who removed all the dead epithelium (making the sites even larger appearing). She added a silver dressing again to "decrease the bioburden" (i.e. kill any lingering germs).
However, they're still bloody masses on the front of my chest. The depth to the wound bed filled in and granulated nicely, but the skin just can't seem to survive over the top of it. Skin is kind of important. Especially if you'd like to hold the blood in rather than drip all over. Then there's the whole cosmetic issue...
Today the doctor came down to the wound clinic appointment. Her first reaction was, "Hey, they look better... hang in there." Then I described what had been happening in the last three weeks. "Oh... well something isn't right."
After consulting the team (me, Dr. Shulman, my regular therapist Christine, and another co-worker whose name I can't spell...), she prescribed two weeks of oral antibiotic. There's no obvious infection, but at this point "it can't hurt." Christine also changed the dressing type and increased the wound clinic frequency to 2xwk.
Perfect. Right before Christmas. Good thing I'm not going anywhere.
I see Dr. Shulman again right after Christmas... I'll keep you posted.
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