Stitches on the finger surgery did not heal as supposed to, so they were left in for 5 days extra. Not a good idea – skin attached itself to the stitches and the removal process (yesterday) was an exercise in sadism as far as I can say. Swear words aplenty spouted from my lips as never before and, once I was released from the torturer’s grasp, I found a coffee shop for a needed pick-me-up. It was then home and into some serious painkillers. The finger, as you can see, is once more bandaged and splinted and will remain so for a while. However, nature is a wonderful thing and, as I sat outside this afternoon, nursing my injury and feeling sorry for myself, I felt a definite urge to let some fresh air and SUNSHINE on to the wound. Instinct sometimes lets us know what to do. I removed the splint, un-bandaged the finger and let it sunbake for an hour. Subsequently it has felt a little better for its ‘outing’.
‘One day at a time’ is the only way to persevere with this sort of thing. And, yes, I know it’s not ‘the end of the world’ and yes, I know there are plenty of people with far more serious post-surgery issues…but this is my finger and it’s bloody painful!