January 13, 2012

  • We Actually Have A Wound Center Here

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    My niece, Tara, started a big to-do over the wounds on my poor feet today.  She emailed damn near everyone in the family (well, the females anyway) and totally exaggerated what she THINKS she saw.  I wish she had seen them originally because then she would know they are not as bad as she thinks.  However, if I had known we actually had a Wound Center here locally, I would have been there in a heartbeat a long time ago.  Just to be on the safe side and because I cannot debrid some of the dead skin that can cause infection in this one area.  I get it eventually but I am not really a contortionist and it's painful in more ways than one.

    The other thing that bothered me was my sisters being so insistent that I was lying to them about seeing a doctor.  Not so.  What I have been contending with, however, is a doctor that really isn't competent to take care of older people.  He's in his mid-30's and I don't think he had all that much experience with private patients.  I know he showed a huge reluctance to even touch me....and we are talking my FEET here, nothing more intimate.  It's also why, when the Beast didn't really want to drive me, I would just call and change my appointment to another day.  Hell, I could probably have emailed him a picture and he would have been happier with that.  Besides, the Beast gets all embarrassed over the way I have to walk (and the fact that I can't walk far without having to stop).  Yeah, like he's not old himself.  I sure didn't treat him badly when he was confined to a wheelchair and I had to keep an eye on his hand that kept dropping down and could get tangled up in the wheelchair's wheel.  It was just a fact of life.  I did what I had to do while he was recovering.  I was never embarrassed by the fact either.  There's nothing worse than being with someone that doesn't really want to be with you.

    ANYWAY, my niece, Tara, is taking me to the Wound Center on Monday morning at 8am.  If they keep me for any length of time, I know she has to work and I will just make the Beast come and get me after they are done with me so she won't have to miss any work.  At least she got the appointment for me and is taking me there so the Beast doesn't have to pull his sorry ass out of bed for something so unimportant to him as MY doctor's appointment.  I don't think he cares if I walk right again except for the fact that it will save him from having to do some of the things he's been doing these past few months.  Things he hates, like mopping floors.  Weeding the garden.  Making dinner most of the time.  Shopping.  Especially shopping.  He REALLY hates that.  He's been doing it with my lists (and some of his own, of course) but how he hates shopping of any kind unless it's something for HIM.

    I soaked in the tub today until my poor heel started throbbing just from the soap in the water.  It's bad enough I scrub it but it wants OUT after that.  I should have hung it over the side and just let it air dry.    But I smelled really good when I got out.  Even the dog came over to sniff me.  I used some neat soap that Sheepie picked up when she was here.  I forget the aroma and don't want to walk over to see what it is right now (forgive me) but it's both floral and fruity....maybe roses and strawberries.  It's just smells yummy.

    Well, time to get this posted.  We may be getting more snow tonight and I know my internet has come and gone all day long.  It's up right now so I will say.....love you all.  Have a great day.  Stay safe and warm.  Please be careful driving if you must.  Watch out for the other guy. 

Comments (4)

  • Good luck with the doctor tomorrow and may the Beast burn in hell (he thinks going to church is going to save him. HA!)

  • OOOPS! I meant Monday.

  • Ok....1st.....my brain has broken over the idea of my father entering a church.

    I always imagined it would look something like this...
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTvZHyot5Yg

    Anyway....that aside....WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING??
    Even if Dad was refusing to take you, here in the 1st world we have this wonderful invention called a "Taxi". 
    You can expect a call from me on Monday, because I will want to know that you have gone, and that you are taking this seriously. This is not a joke. Problems like this kill people. I would buy into my cousin exaggerating, except that I have heard the same account twice now from two different sources. Everyone agrees that you have a serious issue with your feet, and this is not something a home remedy can handle.....and the last thing any of us want is for you to leave us stranded on this planet with Dad. :P
    I kid I kid....a little. Seriously though....this needs to be addressed quickly. It needs to be taken seriously, and you need to dump this BS notion that a 38 year old is a little too young to understand your medical problems. You seem to forget that these guys sacrifice 12 years of their life before they even get to be called a doctor. I think he understands your issues more than you know.
    I love you, and I don't want to see you get seriously hurt, injured permanently or die because you refused to see a doctor.

  • My dearest darling son....I said she didn't have the experience with wounds like *I* did.  Plus, and please STOP with diagnosing me from all over the fucking country.....I DO know what gangrene looks like.  This is nothing like gangrene and the major problem hasn't even been the wounds...it's been the bones in the feet and the nerves.  If I had been able to walk normally, that would have allowed normal circulation and better healing.  My heel wound has been traumatized so often by the hitting of it on my own damn chair that I actually put a pillow down there now to help stop that.  My feet haven't been swollen but splayed and I believe it's stress fractures that I am constantly refracturing so it's a round robin.  The left foot seems to be regaining it's normal shape and width now with the right one slowly rejoining it.

    I will tell you what has really bothered me.  The thought of ending up in the hospital with no one to take care of Chewlee and the Princess losing out on her schooling thereby prolonging when she gets her teaching certification and degree.  You know your father won't do it (babysit) and Michelle can't these days.  One of the boys might be able to for a few days if he watches her HERE because boys will be boys and they are messy.  At least your dad would be good for THAT part.

    As for a taxi....have you heard of money?  Taxis require money and I haven't seen any cash money is ages.  Besides, it's expensive here and my drs. office is a long way away.  As it is, I think I may end up in the hospital for a couple days anyway for IV antibiotics.  Have to just wait and see on that part.  I know they will help speed up the healing.  PLUS...do not forget that there is always someone at the bottom of every class and not every doctor, even after 12 years, has the real experience needed to treat their patients well.  This is the second time this doctor really fucked me up (the first time was with my broken wrist that ended up needing surgery because of his screwup.  That doesn't exactly endear him to me nor give me much faith when he doesn't do the minimum that I believe should have been done at the beginning....like an x-ray or two.

    Nuff said.  Love you. 

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