As I wrote in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, it seemed I was having a good weekend.
Friday, having had stitches and drainage tube removed. Saturday, being visited by a friend and her husband, who filled not just my tummy, but my fridge and freezer, as well!
Then, came Sunday.
My regular nurse arrived. She cleaned my incision and drainage tube hole. Then, she let me know she was only redressing the drainage tube hole, and not my incision. She felt it needed to not be redressed, but rather, allow the air to continue the healing process.
Once again, I became somewhat nervous. After all, having been through what I have been through hasn't been fun, or easy.
Still, everything seemed to be okay. Until about 10:30 p.m.
After obtaining a glass of water from my refrigerator, I made my way back to my recliner chair. Just as I was approaching the chair, I felt wet on my left leg.
Hmmm... I didn't think I had a urine accident. And, I didn't think I had spilled any water on myself.
Looking down, I was shocked to see that fluid was leaking from my body.
It wasn't dripping. It wasn't gushing. But, it was a steady, constant flow of fluid, exiting my body.
Not from the area where the drainage tube had been located. I was leaking through my incision. Through the hole that my nurse thought was healed enough to go undressed.
Be still my heart! Even though I could feel an adrenaline rush, I took a deep breath and remained calm.
As I sat partially reclined in my chair, I mopped up fluid, time after time. Using tissues from a box located beside my chair.
This went on for close to a half (1/2) hour.
The lump to the right of my incision, seemed to be less painful. When I touched it, more fluid flowed out of my incision. Hmmm... this must be where the fluid was coming from, I thought.
Once the stream slowed, I got up and went into my bedroom, holding tissues against the area leaking.
There, I searched the nursing supplies and found a thicker pad and gauze bandages. Since I thought there was only sheet of plastic film there, I decided to not use it, knowing that the next time my nurse came, she would need to use it.
So, I attached the gauze and pad, by means of... band aids.
Okay. Laugh! I can, now.
At the time, even though it was rather stressful, I knew I had to cover the leaking area, so that it wouldn't soak my bed and linens. And, I knew the leakage area that was obviously open to my insides, needed to be covered. Band aids helped me.
Was I ever grateful that my appointment to see the surgeon/doctor, was the following day. Monday!
I thought about how God's timing is always perfect. How terrible it would have been had this happened, after I had my medical appointment! It would have taken a long time for me to have waited to see my surgeon/doctor, again!
This reminded me of Ecclesiastes 8:6, "Because to every purpose there is time and judgment, therefore the misery of man is great upon him."
Even though this event had been somewhat shocking and upsetting, I was thankful. Thankful that God provided for me, in every way. And, thankful that His timing was right for me.
To all who have been praying for healing for me, I thank you, so very much. I ask that you continue to do so, until I am healed, fully. May God bless you!
Until next time...
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