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I finally had the dressing changed on ex-nail today - it was supposed to happen at the 48 hour stage, but they forgot to give me the number for the wound therapy clinic (conveniently based at my GP's, but booked via a central number) and I didn't get hold of that until 48 hours gone, at which point today was the first available appointment, a full week on from surgery.
2:45PM appointment, home by 3PM, which is a bizarre contrast to last week's surgery and refusal to release me.
The wound itself is a lot tidier than I expected, while the weal from the spilled phenol looks like a burn that just failed to blister. The verdict is both are okay, so no more appointments, just keep covering both with plasters for another week to protect them. That is - fingers crossed - a lot better than last year's experience, when it took about two months for the cholesystectomy wounds to heal.
So I was home by three and the sun was gorgeous, so I pencilled in book, beer, sun for the rest of the afternoon. Which of course meant the skies immediately clouded over, the wind whipped up and the heavens opened.
British summers, sigh!
2:45PM appointment, home by 3PM, which is a bizarre contrast to last week's surgery and refusal to release me.
The wound itself is a lot tidier than I expected, while the weal from the spilled phenol looks like a burn that just failed to blister. The verdict is both are okay, so no more appointments, just keep covering both with plasters for another week to protect them. That is - fingers crossed - a lot better than last year's experience, when it took about two months for the cholesystectomy wounds to heal.
So I was home by three and the sun was gorgeous, so I pencilled in book, beer, sun for the rest of the afternoon. Which of course meant the skies immediately clouded over, the wind whipped up and the heavens opened.
British summers, sigh!
