This is my second full day at home from the hospital. My basic medical goal is to seal up the wound on my back, thus demonstrating that the infection in my back is going or gone. The infection worked its way down the screws in my spine into the bone in my spine. This is osteomyelitis (someone is going to have to help with spelling). I started thinking: infection in bone close to spine. Yikes! The wound looked a little leakier yesterday, the first wound check since the big car ride back from Madison. I think the driving probably accounts for it but . . . it's also yellower. Who knows really? We took 36 hours to get to the bandage so there's no fair comparison over time and it's all subjective. I have no fever. I'm hungry as Hell. I have more energy and I have less pain than last time. My slow healing skin is asserting itself as an actual organ and is going to take it's own sweet time. Dr. George Mexicano at UW Infection Control is my new best friend. I'm making love to a bottle of Cipro. I have promised Robyn that I won't even think about reducing anything or increasing anything until Sunday.
Here are pictures of Minerva, my brace. She is beautiful in that she protects me.
I thought I had a casual expression on my face in these pictures. Hmmm. I'm going to work a little bit with the image on the left. I have many pixels to play with.
A lot of the time, being a patient in this medical system feels a lot like this:
Aw! Great picture, though, eh? S.
I thought I had a casual expression on my face in these pictures. Hmmm. I'm going to work a little bit with the image on the left. I have many pixels to play with.
