On again, off again, recovery is a continuous swing between good days, experiencing tremendous highs and bad days, dragging through the trough. You expect it, you try to plan for it, but sometimes you aren't prepared, it's just life.
Roughly one more week to go. The wound "side walls" are healing quickly, however the depth is not receding at the same pace and there is some concern. It could be nothing, it could be something, we just don't know. So, I'm effectively on bed rest for 3 days with minimal activity reserved for required movement, for example traveling to the bathroom. The hope is to isolate anything that could be impacting the healing process. The wound is directly over the top of the femur bone so there is friction caused by just about anything...other than sitting still. The trouble is that movement is good for blood flow, which is also good for healing, so I have to balance and moderate.
If by next Wednesday there isn't tremendous improvement, the nurse will do a culture and run some tests. Yeah, that sucks. It's a waiting game. One more week. Who knows. Let's just focus on the fact that Wednesday could be a very good day.
Again, I'm reminded of how small and insignificant my predicament is, today Chile was hit with an earthquake 800 times as powerful as the one that hit Haiti. Okay, enough said.
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