OMG! Look at all this Blood!

We woke up slowly this morning -- one of the great joys of the slower paced days of summer. There was lots of snuggling and lots of stroking and lots of hugging. After awhile, He flipped me over, and began to smack my ass. That was good, too. Very good. He got up from the bed and wandered over to the toy rack. I heard Him picking out toys, and I was just happy to float along and enjoy the place where I was... I don't get into that "happy space" all that often.

He came back to the bed, and started to play with me: a fairly low intensity, leather slapper/strap, and then a quirt that has come back to light with the new organization of the toys. It is a pretty unique piece with a handle woven of some white, very tough sinew type material. He was really happy to have found it again, and enjoying the heck out of laying pretty red whip marks all over my ass. For my part, I was inside my own head, tracing the sensations across my skin, feeling sort of quiet and enthralled by the whole business...

When all of a sudden, He stopped, and I heard Him exclaim, "Oh my god! Where is all this blood coming from?"

B l o o d? B l o o d! My brain was just not getting to it very fast. It was sort of like slogging through a vat of jell-o. It is a bit of a haul back in from the happy place. Blood? Blood? How can there be blood -- He didn't hit me that hard. Blood?

And then I came up to the surface and looked at Him, and it got very clear very fast that the blood that was all over the handle of the quirt, and sprayed across the bed sheets, and trickling down His belly -- the blood was flowing at a fairly scary rate from the surgical scarline on His stomach. And then I was completely and fully out of the happy place and fully in the world.

I grabbed some surgical sponges and some an abdominal pad and some tape, and dressed the incision site. We grabbed the phone and called the surgeon's office -- or tried to. At 9:24 in the morning, the doctor's office phone told us that they were closed and gave us a number to call for the backup doctor. That office put us on hold for what seemed like forever, and then took probably 15 minutes or so to get around to saying -- just go straight to your surgeon's office and they will see you when you get there. When Master told them that He'd called the surgeon's office first and been told they were closed, the person on the phone said," well I just talked to them and they are seeing patients." Oh good grief!

And by this time, He'd bled through His first dressing, so I cleaned Him up again and redressed it and grabbed a towel to sop up whatever leaked. We got dressed, and headed for the doctor's office. He wasn't in pain, but kept saying He was feeling kind of crummy. It takes fucking forever to drive to the doctor's office!

Finally, we got there, and He eventually managed to get the total idiot at the front desk to understand what it was that was going on and what He needed. "Just have a seat, and Doctor K will be with you in a few minutes.

Well... it was longer than "a few minutes," but we did eventually see the good doctor. He poked and peered and hemmed and hawed -- and then decided that it was nothing particularly serious... maybe a "pocket in the scar tissue that ulcerated and broke through to the skin and bled." He questioned us very closely about whether there was anything about the bleeding in terms of smell or appearance to indicate that this might be more than superficial, and that was definitiely not an issue. So, the doctor told us that if it happened again, we should just put pressure on it, bandage it, and see him again in a couple of weeks... Master has an appointment at the end of the month (already scheduled), and they'll check it again at that point.

So, we came back home, and had breakfast, and went on with the day -- but DANG!!! A perfectly lovely start blown away in a spatter of blood. Bummed me out... Master too.

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