For some of you, this may be w-a-y too much personal information but if you are generally the curious type, you'll be fine. Nothing gross. Since I cannot shower, post op, I have been relegated to the bath tub. No problem. I just have to keep a 4x4 gauze dressing, covered in paper tape, dry, during this process. Since this ain't my first rodeo, I started cypherin' on this ahead of time. After all, I do love a challenge, and since we had previously "bagged" Brian's cast to shower him, I figured the same thing would work for a certain body part. Why the hell not? I'd just bag my boob.
Now for the bag part: at first, I mistakenly thought a zip lock sandwich bag would do the trick. I am proud to say it did not. So, I moved on up to the gallon size zip lock--not so I could fill it up--please--but so it would open wide enough to cover the dressing. Ahhh, success. That and the special stretchy plastic easy tear, water proof skin tape from the drug store, and it was time to fill up the tub, honey. I am still in the process of refining my technique--squeezing the air out of the zip lock is a huge help---for visibility---and it just looks a lot less weird, too.
There seems to be just one problem: Fred. He wants to "help". He assures me he will not get "distracted"--I know better. He wants to help "hold the bag"--I bet he does and he ain't gonna. Then he volunteered to help "tape"--uh,..... nooooo. Too much temptation and wandering hands. I know this guy. No matter what he says, he's lying if you are naked. Then he said he just wanted to watch. So, I flashed him. I feel like a porn show.
Thank goodness I only have to do this until Thursday and nooooooo, I'm NOT posting a picture, thank you very much.
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