6 weeks post-op
I stuck my hand under my hoodie and my shirt just to check on things–usually it’s nothing, or maybe a little bit of fluid from the gross suture reactions which are still happening in a few places along my incisions.
My hand came back covered in blood. I ran to the bathroom, ripped my shirts off in the stall, and snatched up some toilet paper to catch the blood dripping down my stomach. There was a lot of blood. I cleaned up, stopped the bleeding, and shakily left the restroom to find a worried K.
The worst part is that I have no idea why that happened. I think that there may have been some collected blood under one of the scabs, and it just burst randomly.
While it was disgusting, it fortunately doesn’t seem to have done any damage at all. It just scared the living shit out of me, grossing me out profoundly in the process.
