Post-Op Chronicles: Entry Six
Erica B's Excision Adventure 2025
Day 33, baby. One month and change since they cracked me open, and your girl can finally sit. Like, for real for real. I am officially cleared to sit on my butt and lie on my back, and I could cry. Sleeping on my stomach and side full-time was annoying as hell. My back was starting to hurt. Turns out, I’m not built for that life.
Sitting still feels weird, though. There is still swelling under my left cheek, so it feels like I am perched on a tennis ball. Not painful, just awkward as hell. The puffiness is going down slowly, but even with that, it is a million times better than the nightmare I was living in the before times.
Oh, and speaking of weird butt adventures, let’s talk about the stray stitch I found. That little bastard was sticking right in my crack. I panicked at first because I wasn’t sure how much I could tug without causing a world of pain. It was deep in there and had been in for a hot minute. But when I finally pulled it out, it was a total non-event. No pain, no sting. It just felt like pulling thread through tough fabric. Boom. Done. No more irritating scrape in my hiney crack. I am counting that as a win.
Surgery was worth every ounce of fear and every night spent in health prison. I feel energetic, lighter, alive. My sleep schedule is all jacked up because it always is after surgery, so going back to my 8 to 4:30 is going to be rough. I thought maybe I could sneak back early, but I doubt they will clear me while I still have bubble buns. Probably best not to push my luck. I am just excited to start lifing again.
And because I don’t want to do anything halfway ever again, I bought myself a new sweater dress to celebrate. Nothing fancy, but it is a whitish color, the first light-colored thing I have dared to wear on my lower half in years. When you have lived with HS, you learn real quick to stick to dark clothes in case something leaks. Been there. Had the public embarrassment moment. Never again. So yeah, a pale-colored dress feels like victory.
Bonus: I’ve been able to wear real panties again. I haven’t gotten a fancy pair yet, though that’s still part of the plan. Since my hidradenitis had been extreme, I had been wearing incontinence undies to sop up the juices (oh, good lord, that sounds gross…). No longer, baby! Hanes all day.
Now I have a whole stack of hopes and dreams again. I want to go places, see shit, meet people, have adventures. All the stuff HS has kept me from doing. And I can’t wait.
Am I going to go check out Sweet Nothings? Shit yes. It’s right down the way from me, so yeah.
Will I try out a Sip and Pretty Event through Brainiac Beauty? I’m seriously considering it! Though it’s sold out right now…
Is the world gonna stop me? Nothing’s gonna stop me now (just ask Starship).
There is still that small fear it will come back somewhere else, especially under my right cheek on my upper inner thigh, but those flares have been chill for years. I have had minor surgery there before, just some draining, and if that is what it takes later, fine. Nothing like this big one, thank God.
Writing Life Shit:
We are two weeks into my Halloween Smut Flash series, and you can catch all 14 days worth of filthy little delights on Tales of Erotasy. More to come because week three is already cooking.
The Feast of Flesh isn’t free anymore, but 109 people downloaded it while it was, and that feels like a small victory. I hope at least a few of y’all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.
On top of that, I am juggling a few big projects.
The Last Son of Danu is getting an edit overhaul to make it more marketable. It is a chunky bitch, and your girl is trimming the fat.
The Demon Beneath Her Skin, the sequel, is in progress, faster and darker than before. The lore got wild, but in the best way.
I am also plotting an HS-inspired story. It is personal, but it is coming.
And don’t forget my Halloween Smut Snacks available for free on the Tales of Erotasy page. We’re already in week 2!
If you’re looking for something spicy to read right now, I dropped a few curated recs below. Go devour them.
So yeah, this might be the end of the post-op chronicles, but it is definitely not the end of me. From here on out, this space will be more about my writing life, but there will still be plenty of real-world Erica B nonsense mixed in.
Thank you for hanging with me through this wild-ass month. Having this space to talk about the gross, painful, funny, and hopeful parts of recovery has meant everything. I feel alive again. Like truly, gloriously alive
Mood: happy and hopeful
Song stuck in my head: Get Up by Barcelona. It fits the vibe perfectly.
Pain level: maybe a 1 for pain and a 3 for discomfort. I seriously need this bubble in my butt to go away.
Today’s Fuck-It Moment: not today, surprisingly. Though I did record a whole Tales of Erotasy podcast that got wrecked. Meh. Guess I’m doing that shit again.
Today’s Win: slept through the night and woke up buzzing with creative energy. I did have stressful dreams, though.
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