As you can tell, I have taken a break from posting here at Out of The Blue.
Mike's doctor decided to treat his leg which had cellulitis much more aggressively and sent him to a dermatologist. Then, she sent him to a surgeon. The surgeon treated the leg with a compression wrap to try to bring the swelling, redness and general infection under control. The wrap and elevating/not working on the leg cleared the swelling out. (However, we both came down with Flu Type A that weekend and that set back treatment for a week.) Next, the surgeon took a biopsy of this place that looked to me like an out-of-control bug bite. What an experience!
First, the nurse came in to administer a local anesthetic...
Having a weak stomach, I knew I shouldn't watch. So, I closed my eyes. However...
I opened them just a fraction of time too soon...enough time to see her stab Mike's leg three more times with a needle and little blood trickles start from each stabbing.
I swallowed really hard, closed my eyes, and tried to think of something more pleasant because I have always had a pretty touchy stomach when there is blood involved.
Next, in breezes the doctor with a razor blade looking thingy. Again, I averted my eyes. Yet, when the doctor said, "There you go... Tina, can you now do your magic?" well, I thought the coast was clear.
It wasn't. I opened my eyes just in time to see the doctor drop a long slice of something into a little bottle and add some liquid. E-E-E-Y-E-U-W!
That wasn't the worst of it, though...
Tina's "magic" was to take some little dentist looking, wand-like, thingy and cauterize the entire half-dollar-sized place where the doctor had wielded the razor looking thingy.
Mike only made it worse when he asked me didn't I think that odor was a lot like the smell of dehorning calves.
I guess he didn't realize that when Daddy had that job on the agenda, I always tried to help. I always started out strong and useful. Then, about three or four calves into the job, I was over to the side puking or passed out.
I barely made it out of Mike's treatment room and across the hall to the bathroom.
The flu's lingering cough still has a grip on the two of us. Plus, I have had a sinus infection thrown in there as well. So, nobody wanted me to share anything that has been going on around here for the past month.
I hope things are looking up and I will be posting something positive and un-yucky soon!