My husband has graciously promised not to give me any more medical advise that he is not legally qualified to give. Which is nothing, actually.
So that road rash I mentioned? Still here. Only now it’s infected and getting “out of control”, according to my doctor.
Since Cody rated my scrape as a 3/10, I didn’t think too much of it. When it didn’t really close after a few days, I thought – meh. Might be deeper than I thought. Then when it started to get a yellow tinge and my nurse friend looked grossed out, I thought I should see a doctor. Dr. Cody, however, told me that this was how scabs formed. I listened to him, and then all of a sudden, there’s more crap coming out of this thing, it’s red and angry and getting some kind of hard bump under it. Time to see a real doctor!
I will be on some antibiotics for the next 7 days. Oh joy.
I am diabetic. Which means, unfortunately for me, the circulation in my limbs is not that great – or at least something to be watchful for. With poor circulation comes the bad luck of things not healing quickly or how they should. Well, I don’t want gangrene I don’t want my leg amputated under the knee at the ripe age of 29.
I didn’t expect any of this when I went rollerblading with Cody. If I had known I’d have nasty yellow pus oozing from a wound, I’d had opted to get my bike out of storage instead of purchasing the rollerblades.
Once again, I should have bought the knee pads. What a disgusting, drawn out lesson to learn.