Today Ben and I drove out to Westmead Hospital to see Professor Da Cruz to get the final layer of bandages off, and to check that everything has healed up.
I was pretty excited about this, because it was also the day when I could get the go-ahead to wash my hair – which has been untouched (well, gingerly brushed) for a record 13 days now.
I am surprised there were not more things growing out of my head, but it appears not washing you hair doesn’t kill you. It wasn’t even that itchy or too oily – maybe could have passed for a hippy that’s all. Luckily I have been able to work from home, so not too worried about appearance. Poor Ben.
So, anyway, Professor Da Cruz peeled off the remaining gauze strips that were covering it, while Ben took a photo.
I asked to have a look, because the cut apparently went right behind the ear – I was sure that there would be a massive scar… so I was eagerly asking Ben “is it really cool? really big? a bad scar? tell me! tell me!”, and he showed me.
There was NOTHING THERE.
Well, barely anything – just a verrrry faint line right in the corner of my ear.
I feel CHEATED!!! I wanted a massive scar so that people would ooh and aah, and I would be able to tailor the story accompanying the scar to suit my needs. If it’s someone I want to scare, tell them it’s where I was stabbed in the ghettos of Neutral Bay. If it’s someone I want to impress, tell them I have a computer in my head.
But no. Nothing! Unbelievable.
I said to Professor Da Cruz that it kind of felt like maybe they had tricked me – knocked me out with anaesthetic, laid me on the table, maybe played Celine Dion at high levels through headphones, and then bandaged me up. Literally. It might not have happened. There is no proof! No scar, and no pain. Weeeeeird. Well, my head was a bit red and itchy, but Celine Dion does that.
So, everything is on track for the switch-on of the implant, when I get all plugged in to become “Cyborg Kate” in just 9 days.
So, now it’s only nine days to go until activation. Wish me luck!