I don’t think there is anything I could have done differently other than miraculously realize I was sick sooner and know to demand antibiotics at the hospital, but that’s just not how it works.

It’d have been nice if the surgeons hadn’t waited two weeks to do a third CT scan that prompted them to perform emergency surgery that same night, but that’s just timing. I sort of wish I had pressed harder for the surgeon to be sure about taking my staples out yesterday, but the incision was a nice clean line of healing, so who knew?

What ifs and maybes can’t change anything now. I’m glad we have a plan to implement over the next few days that should kickstart the healing process again. That’s about as much as I can ask for now, I think.

Good luck with your own upcoming surgeries, and thanks very much for your good wishes.