Trying NOT to look inside

OK, last night before bed I had to change the gauze dressing. As I began doing so, I noticed that there was a LOT of blood involved this time. In fact, the blood started dripping out onto my floor. (TMI yet?) I started panicking, grabbing for a Kleenex or some fresh gauze or anything that would make me feel like I was preventing my death from blood loss.

Finally I calmed down enough to actually apply the gauze correctly, but my hands were shaking so bad and I was nearly hyperventilating, and I couldn't really get it into the wound. So I just clumped it on top the hole, packed two other gauze pads on top of that, and covered 'er up for the night, praying that I wouldn't wake up in a pool of red stuff just in time to take one last breath!

So I'm a drama queen about my health sometimes... like you wouldn't be too in this situation. heh.

I made it through the doc's inspection this morning with flying colors and got his OK to go back to work tomorrow. Meanwhile, I'm trying to stretch these pain pills for all they're worth!

It's dinnertime and shortly thereafter I've got a full night of TV; you know the drill:

• The OC
• The Apprentice (Alex and Chris had a lovers' quarrel last week, let's see if either survives this time)
• ER (Jake, where have you been? I need some of your bedside manner, preferably shirtless!)