D Is for Done

Done, done, done! As in finished. Complete. No more!

Yesterday I got official word from my doctor that I can stop using the wound vac. It’s impossible to say how happy this makes me. Over the last 9 weeks, I have grown to despise this machine.

There’s still a small hole, but it’s not deep or long, so I just have a wet-to-dry dressing on now. I have to change it myself twice a day until the skin grows over it, which should take a couple of weeks.

I’m just going to consider this another tool in my kit for the end times or the zombie apocalypse: wound care knowledge. Between the knitting, soapmaking, and now this, I’ll have several skills to fall back on when society collapses, be it from rogue computers or zombies.

But I think I digressed a little…

D is for Done! And I couldn’t be happier.


4 Responses

  1. Thanks!

    And Sonia, as long as you bring a machete (in the case of zombies) and supplies, you’re welcome to join us. There’s strength in numbers! You and I can help keep people clothed.