The stitches came out yesterday. My obsessive tending to my wound wasn’t in vain. They did put some small binding tags over the area to help keep the skin from pulling. They’re hardly noticeable. My energy is returning, and in a couple of weeks, the tabs should dissolve, and I can start putting cocoa butter on my ‘L’ scar.
In the meantime, I confessed that I’m nervous about the rest of my head. I’m not worried about skin cancer on any part of my body that’s out in the open – obviously, I scrutinize my skin regularly (watching my tattoos age may have encouraged this). But under all my thick hair? Yeah, not terribly confident. My full-body skin exam isn’t until October.
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I have just begun reading Shannon Hayes’ book, “Radical Homemakers”. This was a voluntary simplicity recommendation, and even after purchasing the book, I set it aside until I had some real time to read and absorb it. I understood the overall gist of the topic, and I am passionate about it. It needs more attention.
I am in support of people returning to the ‘domestic arts’, but not in a ‘back in time’ way, that was sometimes accompanied by sexism, racism and classism. I believe we can do this in our modern day, and that we should try. It is a sad time when parents don’t feel they have a choice to work or stay home with their children, due to financial constraints. And it is discouraging that being a wife and/or a mother isn’t a valued ‘role’ for us ladies anymore.
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Tomorrow morning, I am going to the surgeon to have my stitches removed. Some part of me is nervous that he will determine that they ‘aren’t ready’ for the process, but I feel as though I’m certainly ready to have them out. No more having to explain why there’s a white bandage on my forehead. What a relief!
I would like to get back to just plain living, though the stress and activity of the last couple of weeks have been anything but simple. Some of the days have been fantastic, and other days have left me depleted. I’m still pretty tired. That seems ridiculous to me, but the last surgery I had was remarkably similar. I was up and around in just a day or two, but the tiredness lingered, much to my annoyance.
I’m hoping for a new energy for the new week. So I won’t be face-planting into my paperwork, or walking into things like a zombie. Some part of me wants anything but ‘more of the same’ during my weekdays. I feel as though things are starting to move beneath the surface of my life, and I’m getting some serious tectonic friction. I’m too tired to do much about it now, but eventually, something’s gotta give.
And with any luck, all for the better.