|OUCH! That hurt!|
About a hour ago I returned from my 8:15 am visit to my dermatologist. Last January 24th, he had taken a biopsy of a discolored patch of skin from my right knee. From that time until today, that wound has never properly healed. There were times when my pants would rub against the scab and a pain would shoot through my leg like a thorn in the wound.
Last week I made an appointment to see him to take a look at this slow healing wound. The day before I cancelled it, thinking it had gotten better it hadn't.
On Tuesday this week I made another appointment for this morning. I arrived bright and early at his office with my wound, still inflamed. His assistant took a look at it and began poking at the wound. OUCH! WOW! Know how it feels when the dentist drills for a cavity and hits a nerve? That's the way it felt when she was poking around that inflamed wound. Hey, I think I can tolerate pain as good or better than most but this morning I was a major pussy. I yelled out loud "OH GOD!" Yes I did. I really did.
Two other assistants came into the room. More poking around and more screaming (yes, SCREAMING) by me. One of the assistants thought that part of the "dissolvable" stitch was still in the wound. SOMETHING was in there. Know how it feels when you have a thorn in your toe or finger? SOMETHING WAS THERE and it hurt like HELL when they poked.
The doctor came in. He took a look with his instrument. Wouldn't you know he tried to pull something out. This time I almost kicked him (involuntarily) and yelled "OH GOD!" again. What is it with me with the "Oh God" exclamation? I'm not even religious? Well, anyway, I asked him "Don't you have a pain killer?" Be careful what you wish (ask) for. He motions to one of the assistants. She brings in a MAJOR needle and hands it to him. He said "This is going to pick a little bit." Uh huh. I thought the poking around hurt, well ladies and gentlemen, I experienced a new kind of pain. OUCH! WOW!
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My good doctor did some digging around on the now numbed area of my knee and removed the offending stitch that had infected my knee these past three months.
I left his office with a copy of my medical report to meet Bill (who drove me) down in the lobby. My knee wasn't hurting now because it was numbed up but I knew it would be hurting as soon as the pain killer wore off and as it is now sore. But I don't have the shooting pain that was happening before when my pain let would rub the wrong way.
Bill stopped at Loew's on the way home but I couldn't even get out of the car. Not only because it is windy and cold this April morning (will this winter ever end?) but because I was feeling woozy (don't go there).
As soon as I got home I took this picture of my sore knee and an aspirin and hit my bed for about an hour of gathering myself together (and feeling sorry for myself - I do love me a Pity Party).
After about an hour of slumber I just got up and now I'm ready to take on the rest of the day and get myself prepared for a weekend of work at the hotel. I'm filling in for a co-worker who is taking off a few days.
And the beat goes on.