My hourly anxiety strikes again. My incision is flooding. Not just leaking, but change-the-bandage-every-hour leaking. The pharmacist saw me fretting over the hundreds of bandages and asked if she could help me find something. I showed her my incision and said I needed allergy-free bandages for my weeping wound. She saw the allergic reaction from my old bandages and said I might need to have my dissolvable stitches removed and have the real surgical ones to sew me back up. She said some patients can't heal because they are allergic to dissolvable stitches. And then my dog made me spill BBQ sauce all over my crispy soft Downey-fresh favorite sleepy shirt. PENNI... when you leaked, did you leak across the entire lenght of your wounds? Because when I leaked the first time around, it was only through a little opening. This time it's through several places. I ate over it. Bad band, bad, bad band!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Think "Dan" could figure this one out?

Originally posted by New Hope

Ha! Ha! Ha! Think "Dan" could figure this one out?

Hmmm...I think I'm on the outside again.

What's a vacation? Is that another medical term?

Omigod, Lisa, thanks for the LAUGH OUT LOUD!! I'm dyin' here!!

And who knew Donali was a poet too?

I'm glad you thought it was funny Alex, but I still don't know what a vacation is! Do you? Have you seen one?

Cheers everyone... tonight is my last gag-o-matick monster antibiotic... I hope. I really, really hope.

Good night my little banded cupcakes!