I still have a dressing on my leg. It's been over a week. I've had washes, but no shower. I am desperate for a shower. I've been torn because I was raised that Dressings Must Be Kept Dry and, well, it's been a week, it's one stitch and how bad could it be?
So today I swathed my dressing with cling film, put a tubular bandage over to keep it in place and got under the shower. It was bliss - until the postie rang the bell. I could have cried! I'd barely got wet. In the end I channelled my inner awkward, leant (discreetly) out of the window and told him to leave it on the step. Then I finished my shower in peace. The dressing is fine and I feel a lot more presentable. My awesome new neighbours took in the package.
So it's life as usual here.