Disclaimer: THIS POST IS GOING TO BE GRAPHIC/DISGUSTING — recovery is disgusting/beautiful
This post is going to be about my belly button — the loss, redemption and eventual prodigal return. I was never truly sure we’d meet again.
An update to my “belihole” situation: it has been more than two weeks since the cutting of my belly. Acroxia had long since left. Walking around doesn’t feel like my insides are jiggling anymore. They are acclimating to the new situation, trying to move on at the loss of a former neighbor. They know now that none of them are safe now.
In addition to that, the last two weeks have been about becoming an unintentional early riser. The belihole has a sensation of a cutter running up against it constantly. There’s also the itch, which keeps me up. I stay awake for fear of scratching my belihole during sleep and finding intestine under my fingernails upon waking up. The itching is less now, or I might have trained my brain to ignore the sensation.
There’s also fear of sneezing. I never realized how much of an involvement the abdomen truly has when it comes to this involuntary action. Trying to stop it only makes it more painful. My fears are founded: I sneezed so hard, I sneezed my guts out. (sort of) I have been back to the hospital and it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Now: there’s a patch of unskinned belihole, which I hope will dry up soon.
There has also been a lot more walking. Apparently, if I don’t walk around, my insides will stick to each other.
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Enough of that: here is the miracle of miracles:
The first image was taken on 01/08/2012:
The next one was taken on 01/12/2012:
Which sorta means nothing is swollen anymore, and I’m losing the IV weight. Which is awesome.
Belly button, how I’ve missed you.
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