The Angry Butt Stuffer.
- Kara Muir
- Jun 8, 2021
- 1 min read
Charles walked into my massage/butt stuffing room the other day. He was cussing and tossing gauze and supplies between my legs as I lay belly down, wrapped in a towel waiting for him to irrigate and pack my wounds. “We should make a how-to video about stuffing butt wounds” I said and so the other day we did, I will attach the video at the end which is both informative and funny, maybe you will think so too.
I am still feeling good, when this happens I walk through the metaphorical dark forest cautiously looking for stray shoes to drop out of the sky but hoping I won’t see any. I take nothing for granted and I am happy that I feel close to normal and long for more. We have had a busy weekend with friends visiting from out of town, staying up late visiting with some of said friends, long walks and hair sparkling and I am still doing pretty good. In the past few years visiting with people took a lot out of me but I find myself with at least a quarter tank of gas right now as I type, this is a big improvement! I will not get cocky nor complacent, I will keep moving forward, one step at a time.
We still have a friend here so I need to end this post and take advantage of my energy that I have right now.
Until next time ❤️
Aside from learning a lot about what all goes into wound care, as well as really appreciating Charles' motivational candor, I also nearly did a spit take when you said: "This is what happens when you have a perfect storm of swamp ass and radiation."
Charles is a great guy! Thank you for your patience, compassion and capabilities. I thought 6 weeks of a PICC line was bad with 3x daily cleaning and antibiotics. You two are just plain amazing.