Since my back became infected, at first it wasn't bad. Went to the doctor on a Monday, it was looked at, debeided some of the dead tissue away, which was relatively small, put on antibiotics and told to return in two weeks.
Wee, by Wednesday it was starting to look a little worse, so I called the office and they suggested that I text the doctor, and include a picture with it. So I did. Got back a response rather quickly...yes, getting worse. And asked how we were doing the dressing changes, then said to see him tomorrow. Well...OK.
He then called a couple of hours later, explaining, exactly what he wanted us to do. So we did and later that night, the wound just somehow looked angry. Took a picture, sent it off o my doctor, who tested back rather quickly, saying it looked more inflamed, leave on the dressing we has on and see him in the AM.
So we did, and the short story of all this, is that now I have a not very small whole in my beck, and poor Tony does the dressing changes twice a day. Well I can deal with all this...it's a pain in the butt, whatever.
But now...the stupid pain wakes me up like clockwork, every four to six hours. (Usually every four!!) This part I am getting really tired of.
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