Salutations Relations,
Today, I am off to visit with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. My appointment was to have been on the Wednesday, the 18. I thought it necessary to have an earlier face-to-face.
The wound continues to bleed and ooze a transparent fluid. Yep, you're correct. I too think clear fluids from the skull just doesn't paint a pretty picture in my Art Gallery of The Brain. It is today, three weeks ago that we had this surgery and again this morning I awoke with very bloody gauze and gooey mess...
...as this wound heals, it is forming a bullet hole roundness. It gives the look that I could stick my pinkie finger inside the skin between my flesh and mine skull. It damned sure does - and no, I'm damned sure not the one to try it. Gross as hell stuff on the left side of my head. This is a major reason I am so pleased to wear the Glasscock...
When I wear it - it takes care of two issues for me:
A. Protects from environment
1. No gnats or fly.
2. Keeps air borne particles to gain entry.
3. Keeps Hound Hair from getting stuck onto the wound. Like my own beautiful brown curls do. My Bride when dressing the wound sometimes has to snip my curls.
B. Keeps The Wound private:
1. Keeps the Wound from the Public eye.
2. I reckon no need in grossing out Folks.
3. Will not scare children. Well, maybe some children.
Gotta go! The In-Laws are here to transport me.
Until later................love and peace
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