That’s stitch issues made into my own word.
Yesterday, my final bunch of stitches came out.
I was walkin’ on sunshine, ready to take on the world after a fun weekend in Philadelphia with Magalicious. ‘Twas the perfect 64 degrees, and after work, I happily pumped out 9 miles. I was just so excited to be free of any current and pending stitches.
There could have been glitter falling from the sky. That’s how excited I was. And as a plus, it seems like I’m slowly building my endurance back up and getting a little faster. Celebratory heel clicks!
I made those links for those of you who don’t like looking at pictures of stitches. Although I can’t imaging why you wouldn’t want to gaze at my wounds all day.
Anyway, I woke up to bleeding stitches this morning. They were dark purple/black in color, and none of my other stitches, which are three times the size of these, did that. I trudged back into the dermatologists’ office telling them I just missed them and needed to spend more time there.
Long story short, a new doctor came in, examined the stitches, and told me certain body parts are pulling the stitches down and opening them back up. Yahoo.
I was fixed up with some butterfly stitches I need to keep dry and got the wagging “no-no” finger when it came to running. Just after I had barely gotten the joyful taste of getting to take showers instead of baths again.
So, as I sit here all butterfly-style and try not to think about how I’m going to get my butt kicked at the Blend Retreat after not being allowed to work out for a million years, I’ll give you a quick recap of my glorious Philly weekend.
One of the best parts about going back up north is never knowing what random people from high school we’ll bump into. This weekend was no exception.
See ya in a month for a Phils game, my dear.
*I was going to write something really witty about hoping the hunka man from the Call Me Maybe music video reads healthy living blogs so he can “Call Me Maybe” until I watched the end of the video. Let’s hope that was just some good acting. Sigh.