Yay, drain free!
So now I can shower like a normal person. Before I had to put the drains in a fanny pack and take care not to snag a tube when washing. The fanny pack would fill up with water and would drip, so when I stepped out of the shower, I had to quick get to a sink to set the pack in. Then put on a shirt so I could have something to attach the drains to, then towel off my legs and get dressed the rest of the way (leaving the drains in the sink pulled on the tubes and hurt). A stupid, clumsy process. I can use body lotion again!
I can leave the house and walk around without worrying about the drains pinned to the inside of my shirt. Okay, the drains didn’t actually stop me from leaving the house and I wasn’t worried about a damn thing…but it will still be nice to go out and about sans plastic bulbs hanging there, getting in the way and causing pain. I can go for a brisk walk and not fret about getting sweaty.
I can sit or lie without constant tiny twangs of discomfort, no reminders that I had actual tubes coming out of my body and that my torso resembled The Borg. I can get closer to the dogs. They still need to not maul me, but now I won’t have to be so vigilant that they could accidentally get caught on a tube, sending me straight to urgent care.
I can give and receive full-body hugs again.
In short, I have been waiting for this day and it is here.