Early this morning I arrived at my dermatologist's office to have my sutures removed.
|Looks like I have to seriously trim my ear hairs|
All this week I had to be very careful with treating the wounds (the skin graft area plus the "donor" area). That was an especially challenging task given that I have to wash my hair (what's left of it anyway) with a tar based shampoo because I have seborrheic dermatitis my scalp. If I don't white scales (dandruff) produces quickly and my head is itching like crazy. Since I found a solution to my condition when I was in my early twenties, I haven't had dandruff since or an itchy head. I don't want to go back there. So it was quit a challenge to cover up my operated on ear with plastic so it wouldn't get wet when I shampooed my hair with my coal tar based shampoo (I smell like a railroad tie after I shampoo).
I was eagerly looking forward to today because those stitches were starting to itch.
I thought this procedure this morning would be a quick nip and tuck to pull out those stitches. That didn't happen.
Seems where I had the skin graft the skin had grown over the sutures. The sutures still had to come out, and out she (the dermatologist's assistant) took them.
The whole procedure took about fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of torture.
The dermatologist's assistant was very apologetic but it still hurt. Finally, she got them all out.
How would you like to have her job?
I'm home now, recovering. Whining and complaining but ready to start a new day.
By the way, Bill's doing fine. Weak but still with me.