Even though I’m getting stronger, and no longer have to use a cane or walker, I had a friend from church drive me to my neurosurgeon’s office for him to look at my infected incision. It was a good choice considering how bad the roads were because of the storms. We left a half-hour early and still were thirty minutes late. I say all that just to say that I’m getting better at asking and accepting help.
He and his PA were like Dr. Pimple Popper draining the infection. They were surprised at how much puss came out.
My doctor was 50/50 on sending me back to the hospital to work on the infected incision. He decided to prescribe antibiotics, for me to change the bandage twice a day, refer me to a wound specialist, and come back and see him next week.
I miss my kids. It would be great to spend some time with them and give them a big hug.
I’ve lost so much weight I had to buy a new belt.
I wish I could find somebody to watch the TX/OU game with.
I’m doing what I can to focus on just making myself better.
