As if it wasn’t gross enough to be talking about a hole I burned into my stomach, here’s a picture of what I pulled out of my belly button yesterday! 😀
Yes, friends; that is the final stitch left over from my surgery. Why do I say it’s time to be gross? Well… Here we go.
A really good friend of mine gave me some great advice to get this thing out of me ASAP. And he was right in that having this thing hanging around was an avenue for infection (and that’s the last fucking thing I needed after the rest of the shit I have been through with this). I took his advice but when I tried to yank it out (weeks ago) I noticed a fair amount of skin coming up when I pulled on it.
As someone who does needlework, a good analogy is if there’s a knot in your thread but it’s under the fabric you’re working on. When you tug, you see the fabric come up and you know the knot won’t fit without tearing the fabric.
Except here? Fabric = my skin.
I have been leaving it alone but also watching it like a hawk for the slightest hint of infection. If you see me on Instagram, I am back to running. Sweat would very likely be an open avenue to get something terrible into this last remaining stitch.
I kept it very clean and remained hyper-aware of any itching, burning, even a twinge of anything strange. Every couple days, I would gently tug on it to see the progress (with clean hands and antiseptic close at hand).
Yesterday? I gave a gentle tug and it came right out.
I am a sucker for shitty/good horror movies and live my spare (HAHAHAHA!!! “Spare…”) time on the Chiller channel so I am sitting there with a flashlight, holding my breath expecting my guts to spill out in some Saw-like fantastical manner but alas, all I got was a choice picture of that tiny, green, plastic remnant… A little trophy of what I lived through.
All my guts are still where they belong.
I won’t lie… This is a big deal for me. Having that tiny stitch still in my belly button was a constant reminder of what I’d done and I do feel it was holding me back. To be off topic for a moment, I’m a sucker for My 600lb Life and Skin Tight. The people on Skin Tight say their extra skin is a reminder of how bad they let things get.
That stitch reminded me of how bad I let things get and how stupid I was.
And now it’s GONE!
Now I can finally get into the mindset of feeling normal again!