Took the dressing off before the shower last night. I guess I was expecting something gruesome from a TV crime show. Instead, the incision is just like a vertical pencil line near my armpit. With the steri-strips for decoration.
Today at noon another 24 hours is up, and I'm out of this Ace bandage. I remember rushing to Starbucks with the even bigger bandage after the biopsy, convinced that what I needed was a treat. No one even noticed my "flapper" look with flat silhouette courtesy of Ace. There's a lesson in that somewhere about how I obsess on dressing for a coffee shop.
Today, per the surgery center's instructions, if I'm convinced my reactions are quick as normal, I can drive. Freedom! . . . .
Oops. Feeling kinda sleepy. May have to postpone that driving.