The Worst Part Isn't Bad

This surgery went the way the first surgery was supposed to go: one night at the hospital and minimal pain.

Enrique is eating a normal diet, is off his pain meds, and isn't taking anything except his hormones and his calcium supplement.

He's a little moody and still tires easily, but he's beginning to take short walks around the neighborhood and do a little housework. (Hooray!)

The part of his recovery that he hates the most is his bandage. He doesn't mind that everyone can see it. He minds that it is so ratty and dirty and bloody.

"It makes me look homeless."

It is pretty ugly. But it should be gone in a few days. It will either fall off or the surgeon will remove it at his next appointment.

His scar should actually be less visible than it was before. The surgeon reopened (but didn't enlarge) his previous scar.

Apparently, this time she closed it up in a way that makes it appear thinner.