Well, I somehow managed to do a klutzy thing with my bandage last night. I've been having trouble with swelling, especially at night before bed, so I'd iced and elevated my leg, which felt like an overripe tomato. I had used an ice pack that velcroed onto the leg, so when I went to take it off, I just reached under to cover, and somehow grabbed the fusion bandage along with it. I heard it rip a bit and stopped, but about 2-3 inches came off the top, to my horror. I got up, looked at it under the light. Everything under it looked good. It was closed and healing well. I asked my roommate (since he was a certified nursing assistant back in the day) what he thought I should do, and until I could ask the clinicians the next day, he put a Band-Aid over the edge of the end to keep it flush for the night. That didn't stay all night, but it got through most of it. This morning, I took a couple of pictures, uploaded them to MyChart, and sent a message asking if I should just trim it back or if I needed to do anything else to protect the incision. A couple of hours later, they said to trim it back, and that it looked good, so I did that. Three hours after that, I managed to hit the incision against the table, and it bled like the dickens. Only me. But with pressure, it did better. I've only ridden the bike once, though, today. I've been a little wary since I whacked my leg on the underside of the table, since it scraped the incision. Pictures below to illustrate what I'm talking about. Keep in mind, I'm two weeks post-status surgery.
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