I woke up this morning and found the burns under my arm have turned tan.
I woke up this morning and found the bleeding burns on my mastectomy scar and below it not bleeding and tender, fragile, pale pink skin surrounding it.
Two weeks of extensive burn treatments three times a day, everyday. Finally. I can see healing.
Honestly, it’s amazing how much better my skin looks since Thursday when I saw Dr. D for a follow up. The crusted, bleeding, angry, red skin is gone, for the most part. The skin is now tan and pale pink. There is still one small burn on the upper side of my expander near my sternum, but even that area looks better today.
I slept Thursday night. Actually slept. Granted, it was sleep aided by my sleep medicine, but it was sleep. Healing, deep, unbroken sleep.
I didn’t go to work Friday. I had infusion, and I needed to deal with my burns because they were still ugly Thursday night and Friday morning. I did an intensive burn and skin treatment Friday morning. I had so much dead skin peeling and so much gray skin. So, when I showered, I gritted my teeth and cleaned the burned areas and peeling areas with a soft washcloth and Dove shower soap. Then, I cleaned the burns and bleeding areas with Hibiclens. Then, I did a burn soak with Domeboro. Then, when everything was dry and I’d gotten a lot of the dead skin off, I doused my left side with silverdene. That stuff is a miracle worker.
I slept last night, too. Again, it may have been aided by my sleep medicine, but it was sleep. Healing, deep, unbroken sleep.
And, I woke up this morning to find my skin healing. Truly healing.
I woke up this morning and found myself rested, truly rested, physically, mentally, and emotionally.
God, I needed sleep. Restful, healing, deep, unbroken sleep where my brain couldn’t be a scumbag, where my skin and body didn’t hurt, where I could relax and heal.
Thursday night and Friday night, I slept.