Drained

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I woke up early this morning (shortly after 7, unheard of for me) because my leg was throbbing. The infection had progressed to an abcess. So I got up and toodled around on the computer waiting for the urgent care clinic to open, and then I went and spent an hour and a half there, which altogether wasn't so bad.

The dr there is great, and he made a nearly inch-long incision and got out a lot of the goo, and I now have this huge honkin' gauze pad strapped to my inner thigh. It's still draining. I have no idea how long I'm supposed to let it go. Will it just heal up on its own? The dr extended my antibiotic rx for another 4 days, pushing me out to a full 2 weeks on it. Yay, another opportunity for my yeast and internal flora metabolisms to be shot to hell! Note: buy more yogurt!

So, when I got back from the dr I was pretty wiped out, but I had a cuppa and put my feet up until the guys got back from DS1's bball game. Then we all went out to eat at the Chinese buffet, Mom's favorite. Our snowbird is leaving us Monday, so this was really our last chance to go. It was a little tough there, because I'm not sure exactly what I could eat. I soooo wanted some fried dumplings and crab wontons, but I'm pretty sure they're made with wheat flour so I avoided them. The garlic chicken was good, though. I didn't go hungry, that's for sure. That place has really great broccoli.

After lunch: nap, church, not much of a dinner (I actually sent DH to get BK for the kids), then read a few books to the kids and helped DH get them into bed.

THEN I braved the shower. I took off the gauze pad and decided I need to get one of those special red "biohazard" disposal boxes. This thing is really gross. I put a supposedly waterproof huge bandage over it because I didn't want the shower water hitting it full on, but of course the thing detached itself on three sides while I was in the shower. I decided that was OK, because the wound got clean without being pummeled by the water.

It's nice to be clean. Once again I have the huge piece of gauze on my thigh, this time attached with pieces of that self-sticking stretchy adhesive stuff, one at the bottom edge, one at the top. It kind of looks like one of those gun leg holsters. Seriously, I'm packing heat! Well, I'm packing gauze, anyway. Excuse my lame (no pun intended) attempts at humor, at this point if I don't laugh, I'll... fall alseep.

OK, I'm going to spend some time with my Dear Husband and watch Runaway Jury. I can't remember anything about this movie although I have probably read reviews (one of my pasttimes, reading reviews of movies I will never see). However, Dylan McDermot (I think?) just got shot along with his entire office, and now John Cusack, whom I adore, just got a jury duty summons. So I gotta go. ttfn