I'm free!!!

Okay, so I was awoken this morning at 3:42 by an alarm telling me the pain pump was low and that we were down to the wire in terms of doses left. So I stayed up, figuring it would just go off again when it was ready to be taken apart.

Which happened about 7:20 AM.

Anyway, the bandage came off, the little wire came out with the bandage and no real tugging on my part, which is nice. Last time I tugged just a bit. This time, I was dealing with more of a biohazard situation; there had been bleeding and fluid leakage from the solution, and it was a bit of a mess, plus I had the wire, and it was all attached to an IV bag that had to be cut off from the pump, then tossed into the trash.  Then the box had extra batteries you removed, you took everything out of it, turned off the pump, put its pouch in a plastic bag, and then chucked it into a box, placed two stickers and voilà, you have a postage-paid return box ready to go.

I am so glad to be free. Not only do I not have to worry about:

1. walking away from the pouch.
2. trying to get to the bathroom in time and get my pants down.
3. making sure the cat doesn't play with it.
4. making sure a dog doesn't chomp it.
5. rolling over it while getting into bed.
6. having it fall over while placing it down.
7. having it move while biking.
8. or, just randomly anything that will jerk that wire, it is a relief.

Plus, as a bonus, I can now take a shower!!! I just have to make sure I put cling wrap around my incision. Yep. It's generally waterproof but just needs a bit of help. The pump...that was not waterproof. I so feel like I need a shower. Even that stuff you disinfect with, that you shower with every day for five days, then wipe down twice before surgery? It makes you feel tacky, like tacky to the skin. Not clean. I want to feel clean.