Medical update: I am still in the hospital, but the Spousal Unit smuggled me a laptop. Unfortunately, I’m not very good at picking out letters left-handed…
Last night, not long after putting up what turned out to be an inflammatory (if thereby illustrative) post, I realized that the week-old, quarter=inch scab on the fleshy part of my hand had become an inch=wide, angry, crusted, red-white-&-blue pustule — like my own tiny teabagger rally. (I thought about naming it after a BJ troll, but that would be… inflammatory.) Try never to go to the ER on a Saturday night; best I can say about 3 hours at intake & 6 on a gurney is that ‘we’ had just enough time for the 2 preliminary antibiotic infusions before the morning shift orthopedic surgeons showed up. General anesthesia ensued, so all I can do is take the lead surgeon’s word that it took 3 litres of saline and ‘a whole lot’ of gauze packing before they felt satisfied enough to put on the plaster splint.
Theory is that tomorrow morning, they’ll unwrap their work (local anesthetic only, please goddess), take out the packing, put in some more stitches & send me home with oral antibiotics. I’m not in much pain, just annoyance –the hospital bed is killing my back, I can’t sleep, my throat hurts, the 2 infusion ports on my left arm sting like mofos, and it’s taken me over an hour to peck this out. Also, my personal stalker will never stop taking credit for ‘driving me away’ from responding to comments last night. WINNING!
Incidentally, the original puncture wound happened accidentally when our idiot little petshop rescue Stanley decided he had to play Hall Monitor. Friendly fire-fanging. Why Hall Monitors are Teh Suxx.
Hope y’all had a better Beltane / May Day, and that your cattle & crops prosper in the new season!