At least I slept

I am one week post surgery now and last night was the first time I slept through the night. I have spent that week of nights propped up on the couch, as lying down hurts waaaaaaay too much and I think the longest I've lasted is about 5 minutes. I'm back home after spending the weekend at the New Beau's (on his couch) so tonight I will try the bed and use lots of pillows if propping is necessary. Which I'm sure it will be.

You can see the dressing on my shoulder is smaller than the first one. The smallest incision on the back of my shoulder is dry and almost healed. The other two are another story. One is closed but a bit red for my liking, and the other, while now considerably smaller, is still open and draining. And no, I won't gross anyone out with photos of those.

My upper arm is still swollen and bruised, with most of the colour having migrated to my elbow. Gravity has a way of making that happen. A couple of days ago, it was a lovely purple on the middle of my bicep, where all you see now is faint yellow.

There's still no moving my arm away from my body. Aside from being told not to by the surgeon, it hurts too bloody much to even think about it! And you know how your body twitches as you're falling asleep? Let me just say that the slice of pain that little muscle spasm causes takes you back to wide awake in short order.

The worst part, though, is the heat rash on my inner arm, chest and arm pit. It's been hot and humid here and armpits were never designed to be a closed system.