I sit here, the morning of the removal of my bandage. Despite Josh bribing me with a yoga mat if I kept my bandage secure over the weekend…I cracked yesterday. Unbeknownst to me, the doctor removed a keloid scar I had acquired on the back of my ear from a hack piercing job eleven years ago. While it was very nice of him to remove it, he attached my entire bandage to the stitches from the keloid removal–an anchor so to speak. Every time I moved, the stitches would pull. By the time Kris, Josh, and I were perusing the fine shelves of Costco, the pain was unbearable and it was everything I could do not to pass out in the middle of the monstrous aisles.
When we returned home, Josh took the role of Doctor (get your mind out of the gutter) and set to work on freeing me. He snipped the offending stitch, removed the dried blood from the dressing (which had become sharp and was stabbing the side of my head), and reattached the plastic cup on my head. I got a quick glimpse of my ear: crusty, formally very bloody, kinda tender from the sudden light of day. I looked like Frankenstein: stitches lining the back of the ear, the little nub at the front and of course the delicate little keloid scar on the back of my ear lobe was missing and stitched. WOW.
To be continued after my follow up appointment this afternoon…