Italian Abdominal Truss Package Designer Doesn't Give A Shit
I just had surgery to repair an incisional hernia near where my appendix used to be.
By “just” I mean Thursday week ago. I am recovering well, thank you, though it did knock me for six for several days, as abdominal surgery does.
I’m tapering off the painkillers now, back home, moving around, and even gingerly doing things that don’t involve heavy objects. Or medium weight objects.
Everything is fine. Thanks again.
Except… for the next eight weeks I must wear an abdominal truss in order to make sure the stitching doesn’t pop open and the mesh fall out. Or something.
The abdominal truss is possibly the least sexy item of clothing ever invented. Which is also fine. I do not need the truss to be sexy. I need it to protect my hernia repair. At 52 years of age, while my ‘being sexy’ days may not necessarily be entirely over, I am no longer remotely bothered about not being sexy while my hernia gets fixed. So be it.
Here’s what I look like in the truss.
CW: picture of me in a truss. Sorry about that.
What’s not merely fine but positively dandy is that the wonderful NHS hospital that fixed me up very kindly gifted me one (1) abdominal truss, which I must wear for the next eight weeks. Did I mention that already? The eight weeks bit? I think I did.
Anyway. One truss, eight weeks, a newly stitched wound busy healing - you do the maths. One week in and the thing was minging. Time to get hold of another one!
It arrived today, and the packaging was… not what I expected.
I have… questions.
Neither of the people in the photo are wearing an abdominal truss. It is not entirely clear what they are wearing. Nor what they are doing.
Whatever it is, it looks a lot like something that I, a person currently wearing an abdominal truss, would be strongly advised to abstain from.
Mind you, neither of them look all that happy about it.
Oh well.