{"id":5389,"date":"2025-07-24T10:21:40","date_gmt":"2025-07-24T08:21:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/radishthegreat.com\/blog\/?p=5389"},"modified":"2025-07-24T10:21:42","modified_gmt":"2025-07-24T08:21:42","slug":"the-current-thing-stitches-are-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/radishthegreat.com\/blog\/2025\/07\/24\/the-current-thing-stitches-are-out\/","title":{"rendered":"The Current Thing\u2122: Stitches are out"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

…and there’s a giant hole<\/a> under my arm where there was a drain instead of stitches.

I was doing OK until I saw that giant hole. The stinging pain along the incisions isn’t helping; it’s hard to find a comfortable sleep position and then if I move the pain wakes me back up. I got sort of used to that when my hand was all messed up<\/a>, but this pain is sharper and more intense.

The absolute worst part is the smell. I’m cleaning my underarm area with water twice daily, and I still reek of BO. I’ll try to daub some Deo<\/em> in there today–got some German hippie crystal thing that can’t drip into the giant hole–but I was told “only water” so just a tiny try.

FUZZ is doing his best to help by demanding to be picked up at random times of the day, then holding me immobile until I doze off. He’s still not a fan of “left side only” but it’s just the latest entry on his list of insults and injustices he’s suffered throughout our many years together. Lol.

And I have no idea when I’ll be able to put on a bra over the incisions and go for a walk<\/a>. This is actually worse than the ten-day house arrest<\/a> in 2022, because 1) that was bullshit, and mocking it was entertaining, and 2) there was an end in sight.

OTOH, it’s cold and rainy, so I can cook and eat real food. Underrated blessing right there.<\/p>\n\n\n

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This has also been a good year for petunias.<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

Yeah, we already knew you’re a whiny head case, tell us about the thing? <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Pathology report wasn’t finished on Tuesday, so nothing to report there. All the chopped-up bits “look normal”, for some definition of normal anyway. No news is good news. A twelve-week course of once-a-week chemo is expected at some point, but if I can get a bra on I can walk to the appointments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Next update?<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Next appointment is Tuesday (literal See You Next Tuesday, lol), so next week after that sometime. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

How can I help?<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Send more pet pictures! Also kick my ass if you see me doomscrolling instead reading or writing or stitching or blogging.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were promised ice cream.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Highlight of my week so far! I had an unrelated errand out by the Mecces (German nickname for McDonalds) after the appointment, and as I was unsupervised I treated myself to a Grimace Shake<\/a>, which was advertised as “purple” with an “indescribable” flavor. Must have purple. Must have Grimace.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Of course I have the app. I’m 49 points away from a free cheeseburger.<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

The whipped topping melted by the time I got it home and parked the car, but it tasted amazing. Mostly blackberry. Finally a promotion that actually lives up to the hype.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Graphic content warning, but there’s ice cream at the end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":5391,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[260],"tags":[79],"class_list":["post-5389","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-the-c-thing","tag-flowers"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t