Some Good News, And A Bad Incident With A Good Outcome
Got some good news today! The Prosthetist finally fitted me for a Shrinker Sock! Hah, that's a fancy title for a stretchy tube of fabric that gets pulled up over the stump, then the loose end is twisted and pulled up over it, too. It aids in shrinking the stump down to a size compatible with fitting into a socket on the prosthetic. It forces all of the lymphatic fluid up out of the stump, since there's no return path for it, anymore.
So, that's the good news. The prosthetist thinks I can be in a leg by Christmas! HOT DAMN!!
Now, for the Bad Incident, take a look at the picture below. See that fuzzy, whitish-cream colored, pointy thing? Yeah, it's not really that fuzzy. It's a freakin' bonechip chunk, that's been in my stump since the surgery! Remember that I have a spot that just won't heal? Well, I think I found out why. Monday, it made its way to the surface, coming out of that aforementioned spot.
Monday afternoon, I had propped my leg up on my desk to place a bandaid over this wound. I wiped it with a Kleenex, and saw a white spot, which I thought was just a scab or some skin. I wiped it in the opposite direction, and it snagged the Kleenex! I was able to grab it with my thumb and forefinger, and started wiggling it side to side, VERY carefully! It finally dawned on me that it was bone, and I started pulling it out. And pulling it out! And pulling it out! I thought it was never gonna end! it's about a half-inch long, about an eighth of an inch across, and the spikes sticking out of it about a quarter inch long. Yeah, that's right, I said SPIKES! Sharp, pointy, cutty SPIKES! In My Leg! No wonder it hasn't healed yet! No way it could with this monstrosity inside there, poking and jabbing and cutting and slicing, oh, my!
So that's the Bad Incident With The Good Outcome. Bad, because this thing was stuck inside there for over 10 months. Good because that was what it did, outcome. Come out, I mean. Now I want my stump x-rayed, or MRI'ed, or something to prove to me there's nothing else inside there.
Now, let's git ta healin'!
Walrilla
P.S. I still have the chunk. I'm looking for a small glass vial to place it in so I can place it on a necklace and wear it around my neck. Hell, celebrities ain't the only ones what can be weird, doncha' reckon?
UPDATE: The spot I spoke of? The Spot That Wouldn't Heal? Well, guess what?
That's right, it's healing! It's not quite healed yet, but it's a hell of a lot better looking than it was before the chunk removal! HOT DAMN! Maybe my new leg's got a chance, after all.
So, that's the good news. The prosthetist thinks I can be in a leg by Christmas! HOT DAMN!!
Now, for the Bad Incident, take a look at the picture below. See that fuzzy, whitish-cream colored, pointy thing? Yeah, it's not really that fuzzy. It's a freakin' bone
Monday afternoon, I had propped my leg up on my desk to place a bandaid over this wound. I wiped it with a Kleenex, and saw a white spot, which I thought was just a scab or some skin. I wiped it in the opposite direction, and it snagged the Kleenex! I was able to grab it with my thumb and forefinger, and started wiggling it side to side, VERY carefully! It finally dawned on me that it was bone, and I started pulling it out. And pulling it out! And pulling it out! I thought it was never gonna end! it's about a half-inch long, about an eighth of an inch across, and the spikes sticking out of it about a quarter inch long. Yeah, that's right, I said SPIKES! Sharp, pointy, cutty SPIKES! In My Leg! No wonder it hasn't healed yet! No way it could with this monstrosity inside there, poking and jabbing and cutting and slicing, oh, my!
So that's the Bad Incident With The Good Outcome. Bad, because this thing was stuck inside there for over 10 months. Good because that was what it did, outcome. Come out, I mean. Now I want my stump x-rayed, or MRI'ed, or something to prove to me there's nothing else inside there.
Now, let's git ta healin'!
Walrilla
P.S. I still have the chunk. I'm looking for a small glass vial to place it in so I can place it on a necklace and wear it around my neck. Hell, celebrities ain't the only ones what can be weird, doncha' reckon?
UPDATE: The spot I spoke of? The Spot That Wouldn't Heal? Well, guess what?
That's right, it's healing! It's not quite healed yet, but it's a hell of a lot better looking than it was before the chunk removal! HOT DAMN! Maybe my new leg's got a chance, after all.