Looking forward to getting these sutures removed in the next couple hours...they are a little more than angry at me for lifting, stretching, and moving more than I should have been in the week and a half since my surgery. My armpit incision is nearly completely healed as with the one you see below the stitches covered in whatever this healing tape stuff is. Always baffles me as to how they decide which incisions they use regular stitches on and which they use the dissolving ones because I have two incisions using dissolvable sutures and one using standard. Also hoping to find out today why 3 incisions were necessary when my first access only required two. Just more scars to add to my seemingly never-ending collection. With as vain and body focused as most of society is, in addition to already having experienced people I've dated using my insecurities about my beaten up body against me, I have pretty much accepted it may be best to spend my life alone rather than have things that already hurt me and are beyond my control thrown in my face to bring me down. Being sick is hard enough without people making you question if it's even worth putting yourself through all the surgeries and treatments and office visits and medications and, and, and... Oh, and did I mention they found something abnormal in my mammogram? Might as well cut those off while they are at it because my body doesn't feel like mine anymore anyway. I feel like Mrs. Potato Head. Things constantly being taken off or inserted or relocated to different spots within my body. I mean, I'm 40 and I've had more surgeries than the years I've been alive. Sorry for the vent, just had a rough couple of days and I'm throwing a big ole pity party for myself. #JustOneOfThemDays #Venting #TiredOfBeingTired #SickOfBeingSick #MoSurgeriesMoProblems #Surgery #DialysisLife #PityPartyForOne #Stitches https://www.instagram.com/p/B8Jo_vSgqPH/?igshid=2w3cpa1j24dh
