Wow! What a difference draining the wound and starting a round of antibiotics makes! Felt great when I got up this morning (but maybe that was because I knew I wasn’t going to work). The wound had been seeping some blood, and by the time I got around to changing the dressing, blood was soaking through my sock and I was getting in trouble for leaving blood spots on the floor. I cut away the old dressing and pitched it. Nothing salvageable there, it was a bloody mess. Saw that the surgical wound was still open, though not bleeding, so I squeezed my foot and got a nice big chunk of pus out. Still no bleeding, so I put on gauze pads and wrapped it up with more gauze, topping it off with some Coban to hold it all together. Tomorrow, I’ll use 2 rolls of gauze as the ones I have are pretty short, probably no more than 6 feet long.
So, I feel a world better, the pain that was creeping up the leg is gone, and the swelling is down. Foot is still pretty red and I’ll have to stay up on the antibiotics and keep my blood glucose low so I can heal quickly. But I am elated that God has blessed me with an infection and not a re-occurrence of Charcot. There is always something for which to be thankful, and I am feeling very blessed right now. Yeah, I’ll still gripe, but that is my old nature that is still hanging on.
Just to enumerate a few of my blessings, here’s a list that is definitely not all-inclusive:
A loving wife who caters to me even in my infirmity.
Lots of people who care and pray for me.
Freedom from surgical pain due to diabetic nerve damage. (weird one, huh?)
An ability to handle the blood and yuck so I can treat my own wounds.
A God that provides for me and has my best interests in mind, even if I don’t understand His plan.
Too many more blessings to mention.
Played this one a few times at church.