Just got back from Chad's post-op appointment. The doctor looked at me rather incredulously when I asked him when I was going to learn how to re-pack his wound. He sort of laughed and said, "Everyone tries to do my work for me..." The nurse was HAPPILY wrong. I do NOT have to do this! I may have to change a dressing, which is fine.
Chad uttered some fantastic things under his breath as the doctor removed his packing. EXCRUCIATING...
At this point, Ilsa looked at Daddy, took off her hooded parka, turned it around backwards so that the hood was hanging off of the front of her head to obscure her vision. To quote her, "I'm hiding my head. I don't like that foot."
I don't know that I could do it. His bone is exposed. It is just gruesome. Period. And honestly, not much freaks me out, but this DID.
Looks like he will be off of work at least two more weeks.
I won't post pix. If you like that sort of thing, e-mail me and I'll be more than HAPPY to share :/-