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I went to a retirement party at the PCC Greenlake store this afternoon, which is why I'm posting so late, and will have to try and make this very short. I can post about the party itself later.
In the meantime, I'm waiting for a nurse from Virginia Mason to call me back. The incision site for my cyst surgery, which occurred exactly two weeks ago today, is slowly leaking a mix of some kind of clear fluid and a bit of blood. This is actually the second time this has happened; it happened right after I dried myself off out of the shower on Saturday—I wiped it off, put a band-aid on it, and that seemed to stop it.
That was four days ago, mind you. I googled it that day and was told that this sort of thing is normal for a healing surgical incision. I decided that if I managed to stop it, I wouldn't worry about it—even though my shirt that day did get a big blood stain on it, due to it seeping into the fabric over time. The exact same thing happened today. I just didn't realize it until Andrew from IT was talking to me and he said, "You have a stain on the back of your shirt. It looks like coffee."
Yeah, that's it! I spilled coffee on my own back. I decided it best not to say, "Oh, no. That's blood."
Since then, I've had my red hoodie on so I'm not walking around with this sort of watery--burgundy blotch on the back of my yellow shirt I'm wearing. It's dried up now, and the napkin I later put in between the band-aid and my shirt has hardly collected more than a couple tiny blotches over the past three or four hours, so I think it has dried up again.
I don't particularly want to keep seeping into my clothes, though, so I did call the surgeon's office. The trouble was the timing with Dorie's retirement party, which I still didn't want to miss. I had to walk over to Symphony Station, take Light Rail to Roosevelt Station, and Amanda, who was otherwise working from home today, picked me up. She was running 10 minutes behind, so I thought I might have time to call the doctor. I was on hold for those 10 minutes and just hung up once Amanda arrived.
Basically the same thing happened on the way back: train was arriving in 9 minutes when Amanda dropped me off again at Roosevelt Station; I called the doctor's office; was put on hold. I just hoped the connection would stay on while I was on the train. Of course someone finally got on the call while I was on the train. The woman took my information, what the problem was, even what my scale of pain is (it does hurt a little bit; I said 2 out of 10), and said a nurse would call me back. So now I'm back at the office and waiting for that.
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As for last night, I spent it at home, aside from when Shobhit and I went back to the Central District PCC to do some final shopping of the November Field Day sale so Shobhit would get a bunch more of the 10/$10 cans of beans. Yesterday was the last day. Ditto the sale on the Field Day Veggie Corn Dogs, which I was also able to combine with a $1.50 off Field Roast frozen product NCG coupon. Between those two things,
and my staff discount, I got these for about 43% off.
We did this after Shobhit had a SAG-AFTRA Zoom call, and I ate the dinner Shobhit had prepared but which he didn't eat until after getting back from shopping. We then sat down and watched my library DVD copy of the original
Zootopia, which really is a delightful movie. As I anticipated, Shobhit was really into it too.
My plan was to see the sequel after work tonight. We'll see how that goes, depending on if and when a nurse calls me back and what they suggest I do and when.
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EDIT: Well! I was just about to post this, and I got the call from the nurse. He didn't seem super concerned about it, even said this is a normal thing that happens, but suggested I get a picture of it and send it over the patient portal tonight. The moment I said goodbye to the nurse, Dr. Wancata, who had done the procedure, called me herself! I told her what I had just gone over with the nurse and she basically concurred.
They may look at the photo and say it actually looks normal. Or, if need be, I can come in to see her definitely on Friday and possibly even tomorrow. I'm hoping it won't come to that, but we'll see. I just feel better knowing this isn't some great cause for concern, at least not based on what we know right now. In any case, at least I can stop worrying about it and just be annoyed by the shirts this crud has seeped into. At least Amanda tells me Dawn is apparently great at getting blood out of clothes.
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