Bruises, tape and glue...

This morning, I spent time surveying bruises and removing bits of tape and glue. My arms are bruised from IV's and blood draws. The worst bruise is the one where the arterial line was put in on my left wrist. It is a lovely shade of eggplant this morning. For a while, the fingertips of my right hand were stained purple from all the little pricks made for testing blood sugar. I think I can safely say, I'm not diabetic. There was one day when all of my vitals, blood sugar, etc were checked and the numbers were in, and Mr R quipped that based on the numbers, he should be the one in the bed not me.

There are tiny bruises on my abdomen from heparin shots. I haven't checked how much bruising there is around the spot on my neck where there was another IV - Mr R calls it my vampire bite.

The bruising around the actual incision is getting better - it was yellowish the other day, today it is a deep plum color. There are some stitches that need to be removed.

Then there are all of the glue and tape remnants. I'll probably be working that stuff off for weeks.

It amazes me how a body can sustain all of this injury and insult and then turn right around and start fixing the damage. We lean toward light and life and healing. Every day, the bruises are a bit fainter. Or gone. My fingertips aren't purple anymore.  The fleshy part of my left hand under the thumb isn't as tender as it was a couple of days ago. The incision doesn't hurt as much as it did and some of the scabs are coming off. I'm breathing easier. Yesterday, I could feel myself wanting to walk faster than I probably should. I actually had a moment last night when I forgot I'd had surgery.

And my heart keeps walking...