Day 13. First post-op doctor visit today, and it’s almost all good news! The discolored tissue I worried about is merely like a top layer of snakeskin that’s going to flake away to have healthy skin growing below within the next week or two.
There was only one patch of skin that died in the grafts, and it’s that little black mark up near the head. Meaning my junk’s official nickname is now “Spot.” I’m not even mad! Gives it some charm.
Check out all the bruises where I got my six or seven Heparin shots, though! I don’t care what anybody thinks– I’m glad they won’t be there forever, but I’m always appreciative of the aesthetic beauty of a good bruise.