OT: Pain and body consciousness
[I'm working on another beard post, but I have to put this somewhere. Comments welcome, especially from people who have been through this kind of thing before.]
So, we brought her home from the hospital and she has a huge incision — longer than a foot — that is stapled shut with the most industrial strength staples I have ever seen, and healing well.
(My mother is tough. When I was 21, she sliced the tip off her index finger with a table saw. She shut off the saw, collected the tip, wrapped her hand up, and drove herself over 10 mi to the emergency room. When they reattached the finger, she called my dad and asked him to come and get her. She maintained full use of the hand / finger.)
Obviously, the dressing has to be changed. Note the way I put that sentence in the passive voice. The active equivalent would be “someone has to change the dressing.” Note the use of the pronoun. Note the person to whom I am not referring in this paragraph.
I changed it tonight and really I don’t mind at all — the worst thing about it for me is probably the odor of the soap on my hands before and after (note to self: buy something perfumeless) — but she was so upset. “Does this disgust you?” she asked me. “No. Do I look disgusted?” I asked her back. “No, but I just wanted to make sure,” she said. “I’m not disgusted. I feel sorry for you,” I said. “It looks painful.” “Not painful,” she said. “Just disgusting.” And then she cried a little.
OK, the sound of the crying is much worse than the smell of the soap. My mother is not a cry-er. I watched her do nothing more than bite her lip yesterday while they tried seven different times before they placed an IV line. But she cries when she sees her incision.