Being, as I've mentioned before, a virgin in these medical matters, I haven't found the dressings on my tum very comfortable, and have not until last week been very impressed with the quality of the dressings I was given (different, or so I thought, to what they put on me in the hospital).
Before going to the local surgery nurse to have her check my wound the other day, I put on a fresh one - on the same principle that if I'm going to be run over by a bus I'd want to ensure that I have clean underwear on, because what are the paramedics going to think - and thank goodness John was with me at the time, because he pointed out that I hadn't removed the (inner) paper cover when I put it on, and all was explained. I've been walking around crackling as if I'd stuffed a bag of crisps down my bra, and feeling it was just one more thing to put up with. Hope nobody noticed.
The wound has since healed thank goodness.