Infected

I don't think I should have to write a post today because my incision is infected and it's really gross and all I can think about. I don't handle wounds well, especially on myself. Ask Ang. The first time I saw my incision from my ankle surgery I burst into hysterical tears. Imagine my state last night when one of my incisions popped open all disgusting and yucky. I apologized to the doctor for appearing crazy. I want to pour alchohol in it like they do to people who get shot in all the historical romances I read. I feel certain that burning the crap out of it is the answer. Ang has urged me to follow the doctor's instructions.

We'll see.

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