I have been in bed for the past 5 days. Finally I'm feeling a bit better and I will go to work tomorrow, YAY!! I got a blister on my knee on i think the 13th and it blew up! I put bacitracin and bandaids, washed it and hot compress but the sore just kept getting bigger until I was at work thursday and it was so bad I went home early. More home remedies. All day friday, soaking it and taking aleve for the amazing pain. I knew it was infected and it looked awful, but I have had bad infections in the past and with a couple of days of bed rest and good care they have always cleared themselves up. I went to bed Friday night with it elevated. Saturday morning, I woke up in terrible pain. When I sat up the blood rushing into my leg made it throb like a warehouse rave. I limped to the bathroom to wash and change the dressing. When I pulled the bandage off what I saw looked like something you would see in a movie on a zombie's face or if you google "hideous sore". It was sort of like a cone volcano with a huge hole at the top, two white spots in the middle and the meaty parts around had turned black. Black, rotting flesh on my leg. I didn't need to see that. I washed and bandaged it without looking at it and called a taxi to go to the emergency room (thankfully, I have insurance). Mom never took us too the doctor unless we were spurting blood or had a bone sticking out. It takes quite a bit for me to get to the doctor. The only way I know how to get to a doctor is through the emergency room. The intake nurse called it "cellulitis" and referred me to the injury clinic right up the street. After a medium sized wait I was called in and Nathan, a tall, bald, softspoken, tattooed man looked at it. He asked me some questions and took my temp, 99.7. woo hoo, no wonder I was delirious, I have a fecking fever! He left me and told me that Arlene, the nurse would be there soon to take care of me. Several minutes passed as I lay back on the table. The knock on the door startled me, and in walked Arlene with a student nurse who didn't talk, just watched with great interest. Arlene was a small round woman, very motherly, or maybe aunt-ly. The kind you would expect to be wearing a sweatshirt with a very large cat face airbrushed on it and a floppy hat with a lot of pins. She said something along the lines of, "your leg? your leg? how can you worry about what's happening to your leg when you have ruined your skin with all those tattoos!" I just put my head down and didn't answer because I had a feeling she would be using a razor on my soon and i wanted her to like me. She took one look at my leg and said, "spider bite", which I had thought at first, but I was pretty sure it wasn't. She shaved some skin off with a razor, took a sample for a culture of the clearish fluid that was emanating so fast it was leaving rivulets down my leg, prescribed a ten day course of antibiotics and told me to keep it elevated, HIGH! She had me lay down and pushed my leg up so it was like I was sitting on a chair. "Like that, all the time unless you are washing it." I didn't bring up the questions of who was going to feed me and carry away my excrement. I figured she was being over-dramatic for emphasis. You know? Like saying the extreme and hoping I will do it half as good as she asks. Some kind of psychology, I'm sure. She told me to wash it everyday, once or twice, keep it covered with a clean bandage and take the meds. She also said "Stay in bed with your foot up and keep putting heat on it. Do you have a heating pad? NO? Ok, use rice. Uncooked white rice. Pour it in a sock, tie the sock at the open end and microwave it. 30 sec, then jiggle it to mix it up and 30 sec more." I was impressed with that idea. I was instructed to call back on Monday for the test results. So I left. I was waiting in the bus stop at Van Ness and I think Geary. Right there by the Lamborghini dealer. I was actually not looking forward to going and buying a bag of rice, all I wanted to do was go home and rest. I stepped in some gum. Hot melted in the sun gum. I moved over to the bus shelter to get out of the sun and TA-DA!!! There, shining on the sidewalk, lying in a shaft of light was a brand new, unopened bag of white rice. Like white rice from the gods. Store brand. The world works in mysterious ways. Sunday I texted my buddy Hell and asked if she would like to come over and get some photos of the wound and she said, yes. She was bringing her little boy adn sugessted we go to Dolores park which is just a couple of blocks from my house. I was already a little stir-crazy and said, yes, absolutely. We went with a four pack of beer and a deck of cards and watched the kids fight, I mean play on the playground. She got some shots of my leg and it was a really nice day sitting there, playing cards on the blanket in the grass. I thank you again, H for the suggestion. Sunday there was nothing to do. I read a book, I watched tv, I watched a movie, I got up and cleaned house until it hurt too bad and then I got back in bead. Lather, rinse, repeat. The sore kept getting bigger and when I took it down from elevated the pain of the blood surge was hurting more and more until I decided to keep elevating it but just not so high. Above my hip instead of above my head. That helped. Also I could then take the footstool I had been using out of the bet. We were both more comfortable. Footstools don't belong in beds. Monday, still bigger and now sheets of skin were washing off of it, making me wretch with happiness. UGH. I was really having a hard time looking at it and thinking about it didn't help either. I called the hosp early, like 9:30 am and the person told me that the preliminary results said Staph infection. She said they would call back in the after noon but no one did. I called at about 4:30 and sure enough, I have a little old staph infection. On my patella! Wanna have some fun? Google images of staph infection. I'll wait. Are you back? Done puking? Well, it hurts worse than it looks. Last night. Monday night. The worst. pain. ever. My boss was saying, in im, Hey, can't you just come in and work sitting down? He needs me! AWWWW! No, I can't. I have a note. I'm afraid of losing my job but I am more afraid of losing my leg. When I work up this morning (Tuesday) at a quarter of 9 I called boss to tell him I wasn't coming again today (I have a note excusing me until tomorrow, Wednesday PHBbbbTTTT!! I lay in bed for a few minutes dreading putting it on the floor because of the throb from the blood rush that was so unpleasant. Finally, I sat up and put my feet on the floor. Wincing in anticipation, but, what's this? It hurts, but the THROB was definitely less. I got up and walked and hardly had to limp at all. I went to the coffee shop downstairs to get a coffee and biscuit so I could take my antibiotics. The stairs were bad but man, what an improvement!
Unedited and then Wednesday I went to work.
I tried to remain in my chair most of the day with my foot up but my ankle still swelled to outrageous proportions and stayed that way all night until I woke up this morning.
I'm not posting the photo because it is far too disgusting, but if you want to see it, email me and we can do that.
I sent it to show me your wound. com but I haven't checked back and I don't know if they inform you of these things.
lemme go check
Well, now that I look it seems the site has had no activity since 2004.
Anyone know of another site like that?
Oh well.
I seem to be healing up rather nicely. Or at least not getting anyworse.
Self-Portrait Thursday, anyone?

mm-hmm.
see ya later.
3 comments:
shit man - get that better soon - I havent googled it yet but I might - once my stomach has settled at the thought. yeuch. you poor thing - I hope you have people coming to check on you and bring you food - if I were nearer I'd bring you some grapes and lucozade xxx
aww man!! this is awful! i hope it heals QUICK! hey, guess what? i have a KIDNEY STONE!!! and 300MG of DILAUDID in me! i just came home from an all nighter at the VA hospital, where they took very good care of me!! they didnt send me home with any dilaudid, but i got the next best thing, 50 mg of hydrocodone 5 with acetaminophen, and 2 filters to pee into so i can catch the stone!! read all about it this morning at the drivel!!! i do hope the best for you, and hope you heal soon!! (((((((HUGS))))) ♥
My friend Hoodeeth she has a bad leg / If she get it cut off I will make her a peg / Dayyyy Oh. Dayy YYayy Oh.
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