I asked my husband if he could help, he agreed, but said he might puke. I think he's imagining it to be much worse than it is.
I love the doctor who's been packing my wound most of this week. He's so gentle and just all around super nice. Today I had a different doctor packing the wound, and she went to town in there, poking hard, just all around going nuts. Not really going nuts, but my belly button still hurts.
Let's hope Bill and I are capable of packing this wound!
Edit: I am so proud of myself! I successfully packed my wound! The hardest part was getting the used gauze out - that part took about 30 minutes, most of that time was me courting down and never doing anything. Eventually I got it though. The actually packing was no problem at all...such a non-problem in fact, that I'm worried I didn't pack it enough. Now I'm having a beer to celebrate my victory!
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