The doctor ordered that due to a wound on my stomach, near the stoma, every 3 days I must change my flange. But alas this is no ordinary change. I need to cauterize (aka burn) the wound to help it heal. The wound is about an inch square and I need my wife to do the burning as I am not able to see the area so clearly. And there's no way I could steadily hold the silver oxide 'match' while in pain.
Today as she inserted the 'match' onto and around my wound I bit down on a towel and she puttered around with the thing for about 10 seconds. During that time instead of the usual swear words that usually come running out of my mouth, my mind went to a very different place:
"You better be living life to the fullest if you are going to be enduring this shit on an ongoing basis". Wow.. my geek brain is requiring progress reporting during these painful episodes. Whatever happened to simple screams?
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postscript: Babybird, our Amazon Parrot has a perch in every room. She happened to be in the room with us while this cauterization was going on. She went nuts. She became super clingy and squacky. Usually she is quiet, but now she was visibly distraught and screaming.
Anyways, the procedure completed, she continued to be distraught. I left to the living room. She then ran off to the living room and continued to follow me everywhere I went, even though it meant walking behind me through dark spaces, something she usually avoids. I try not to anthropomorphize but that is touching.
Aww, Babybird is worried about her daddy. I hope you heal up quickly. Hang in there... Someday you will get a nasty papercut - you know those kind from cardboard or postcard thick paper - and you'll want to curse, but for a split second you'll pause and laugh at yourself for wincing at a stinkin' papercut.
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