Oh, ouch!

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My next appointment, wound care.  The... improvements... on the roadrash?  Beyond... what they expected.  The... expressions, and looks, from one to the other.  They were... impressed.  Doc cut me loose on those.  Said whatever I am doing?  Keep doing it.  The... thing is... for the most part?  I... wasn't doing anything.  Couldn't even keep the bandages on.

That's the good part.  The old wound, though?  Well, it did improve.  They suggest a five percent improvement.  Which... from the sound of things?  Is... what they were optimistically hoping for?  Odd, but... okay.  So a 100% healing of one of my roadrash wounds probably was... impressive.  And a 54% improvement on another.  One of them only had some improvement, and a fourth had probably a 20% to 30% improvement.  Given the givens, they are doing well.

The one with the least improvement, however, also had a goose-egg bruise under it, and that is, even now, just to probably a third of what it was, but is still swollen.  It won't heal as quickly, with the swelling being a thing, and until that underlying damage is managed.  For me, that was expected, understood.  It might not even really start healing until that bruises is totally gone.  My body is working the bruise before it can even get to the wound.  I... know this.

Oh, but that old wound.  That... needed debriding again.  Oh, my, but that hurts.  Even with local painkiller.  That was absolutely brutal today.  But... I... just... suffered as well as I could.  And continue to suffer.  Okay.  Alright.  

The wound care method they were doing was still too dry.  So, we went with a honey based treatment.  They asked me if I had ever heard of such a thing.  I had to chuckle.  I asked if they have ever heard of St. Michael?  The archangel?  I suggested, that in lore, he was a great warrior.  But, that, for a time, he had lost... his taste for that particular cup.  And, decided to become a healer.  One of his tools was honey.  For it's anti-microbial, anti-bacterial, and oxygen blocking properties.

I also told them I had considered using honey, on my own, but feared the removal process.  The stuff they use now seems to be a mix of honey, wax, and... maybe some other things?  Oh... the looks on people's faces, when you... tell of them of lore?  *grins*  They must think I'm nuts.  Okay.  But... they did ask.  One should know his uncles, or closer, relatives?  Legend, lore, myth?  Whatnot.

Oh, but even now... that... leg hurts.  I... watched, even so.  When I could keep my eyes open.  The tool they use is... interesting.  A razor sharp loop on a pencil like handle.  Probably all metal, if I just can't recall.  And I watched as she packed the wound.  I think I can do that.

Life can hurt.  But, thankfully, that isn't the whole of it.  I realize how fragile I am.  It's sort of amazing we aren't groveling all the time for a peace we would know less through surrender?  Odd how that works.

Hoping to get a shower.  Wasn't up early enough, or moving fast enough, to get to that today.  Yet.  Ugh.  Pain... what a concept.  Amen.