Second Doctor's Appointment

I went in for my second doctor's appointment at the Wound Center and got my dressing changed for what feels like the millionth time. Once again, the doctor was agressively happy at me. She kept singing show tunes and made me play Name That Tune while she at poked me. If I was in a better mood I would think she was endearing, but geez, she's digging in my leg singing that the sun will come out tomorrow. Oh hell to the no.

I have to do my own dressing changes this week, which will be a disaster. I can already see how awful it be. On the bright side, I'm likely improving if they're going as far as to have me change my own dressings. The nurse said that it's half as shallow from when I came in. It's only 2cm deep now, so w00t! I told them that I wasn't sure I could do the dressing changes because it was only last week that I looked at it, puked, and passed out. Do they really think I can do the Aquacel Ag 4x4 and the Tegaderm? Once again, oh hell to the no.