A tough day.

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I had hoped to get  another shower, this morning, before going in.  I was in such bad shape, that it just wasn't possible.  Worse, I needed to take a bm.  I just... cleaned as well as I could, after.  No way was I going to get a shower.  Everything hurt, and more than usual.  Just... difficult.

 I made it in.  Had to find the number, then call.  Couldn't remember where they were.  At least I was at the right hospital, and early.

Debrided, but this time with some lidocaine.  And, showed the other wounds.  Plus let them see the bruise.  He tried to void it, but it wouldn't flow.  So... maybe next week?  The knee and arm wounds seem to be doing okay.  Bandaged, but just lightly.  An appointment, again, coming up.

So tired, and sore.  Not sure why, but I seem to be feeling worse as time passes, not better?  I suppose it is just catching up with me.

They did use something like one of the bandages I practiced with.  The technique is slightly different, but the material is similar.  It should soak up the medium drainage.  I may or may not have discussed this.  But, yes, it seems the same material.  Now, this bandaging is not comfortable.  I have done it, used it, before.  So... better to know I am doing the right things, than just thinking, by reading, I was hitting it correctly.  Yet not being certain.

So difficult.  Tired.  Sore.  Hurt in so many places.  But, good.  The main wound I was there about has been open for eight months to fourteen?  Something.  The others, while new, are already... doing better?  Perhaps, if you get wounded while diabetes is still active, even lowering your numbers may not solve that issue?  We'll see.  At least I have someone watching, looking, objectively measuring, and with follow-ups.

So tired, my heart hurts.  I had worried about my heart, to be honest.  It may have been the sudden stop(s)?  But my heart feels bad.  It's like I am getting worse rather than better.

I wanted to begin playing the game, when I returned home.  If for no other reason than to push through the day.  But I don't think I can.  I think I have to rest, sleep, for a bit.  I just hurt way to much.  Toss in the trip, the various operations, the patches and bandaging, and... I may have to sleep.

Oh, and another good thing.  They want me to use compression socks.  Probably hose, because the swelling is going way up to over my knee.  And, with bandaging only needing changed every three days, unless it fills too much, and bandaging sorted for the new leg wounds, I can add compression again.  I want that for swelling, as well it seems to be a good thing for wound care.

Looks like my ideas aren't completely off.  I'll keep up on this.  But a nap, or maybe twelve to sixteen hours down?  Maybe.  Healing is... expensive, for the body.  It's using everything I've got, and then some.  Later, much later, or... much much later.  Have a great day.