10 February, 2015

Reaching the light at the end of the tunnel!

click here for part I or part II or part III or part IV

Tomorrow will be remembered...exactly three months to the day when I was dethroned.  Three months from when my devilish laughter turned into a confused yelp of pain.  When my plans to 'be cool' in the eyes of my group of pre-teen boys turned me back into a 'mere human'.


The good news is that after 3 months and 3 skin grafts, I finally am on the mend!  No more skin grafts in my future (well at least not on this injury).  I was able to take the bandage off myself instead of going into the doctor.  The skin around the sore and all the skin under the bandage was very irritated. It hadn't seen the sun or air in months and looked like my arm did after I had it in a cast.

Some gentle scrubbing with the most deliciously scented natural Mün Pi Soap and a good dose of climbOn Creme made my skin baby smooth and not quite so horrid to look at.  The sore around the wound seemed much worse but then after I was able to clean it all up, all in all, it's not so bad!

a little recap for those of you who just can't get enough gross photos of my leg...

from this



to this


to this


to this.



Oh and what the hell, want to see my butt?  After a brief infection with #3, they are all healing as well.



I take full responsibility for the skin grafts not working at first.  The wound did not hurt, so I didn't use my crutches like I should have.  I pranced about like I was invincible...like I was the one who would heal without listening to my doctor...like I was the QUEEN!  Well after the 3rd graft I had a talk with my arrogant self.  I was determined to not have another graft so I limped around on my crutches.  I hobbled to and fro.  When my leg would swell a little, I would retire to a horizontal position and rest.  I felt like a lazy bum, while I could hear all the activities around me.  


I used to dream about a day when I wouldn't hear my name called over and over, when I could just sip my coffee or tea in peaceful silence, when I could read a book without being interrupted.  But once I was alone in my room for about 2 hours, all I could think about was someone PLEASE come bother me.  I could hear the girls playing in the other room but couldn't distinguish the voices so I yelled "Kong Srey" (daughter).  Nothing...I yelled it again louder.  Srey Moav stuck her head in my room and said "Why did you yell kong srey?" and I said, "I just wanted to see someone because I was all alone".  She gave me a funny look and said, "But who do you want?" and I said "Anyone!"  She laughed and said, "But we are playing."  I said that it was okay, she could go back and play, but if anyone stops playing, they can come in my room.  When she walked away, I felt like the unpopular girl in school.  Why doesn't anyone want to play with me?  

Well, those lounging days are over for now and I'm sure I'll forget how boring those times were and once again long for peace and relaxation...

But until that day, I would like to thank you for all the positive energy that was sent my way.  I was always in good hands medical wise, but it helped to know so many people were thinking of me.


And just so I don't seem like a total looser, there WERE times when the kids kept me company as I tried to...um...relax?






1 comment:

Charlsie Russell said...

I like this post.