I can't get no satisfaction

I do believe that Mick Jagger said it best.

And, to quote Army of Dad: there is no pleasing you.

The leaking has stopped. The little opening has finally cauterized itself, so to speak, and has stopped draining. Figures, I was just getting good at making up disgusting little verses of My Seroma to The Knack tune of My Sharona.

But, this is where I'm totally weird. Now, I'm all freaked out about it not draining anymore. Did it all get out? Is is festering in there now? What the hell? It is still a wee bit swollen on that side. Is it because a pocket is there? Is it normal?

ARGH!!! Calgon take me away! Oh well, crap. I can't take baths for another couple of weeks at the soonest. *insert deep sigh here* Showers just DO NOT make me feel as happy and relaxed as a scalding hot bath.

My boss had me work from home today, which was really good. I have gotten a lot done actually. More than I would have at the office. Just hate not knowing what is going on with my body.