Well, crud. My dang incision isn’t quite healed. There’s a spot about the size of a nickle that is puffy and inflamed, so they are sending me to Oahu to have what they are calling a “wound cleaning”, in the surgery unit. They will knock me out, open up that part of the incision, clean it out and stitch me back up.
I was enjoying getting my hair back, dang it! I wonder how much they’ll shave this time.
I’m so much better this time that I don’t need an attendant, so I’m going by myself. Last time I was so grateful for the wheelchair, this time I’m on my own power.
I’ve got an early flight out tomorrow morning, and will be returning in the evening, unless he decides to keep me overnight for IV antibiotics, which he won’t know until he opens me up.