I wrote that last post?! Surprisingly, it's accurate and coherent. I don't remember writing in, must have been the pain pills. Well, it's Wednesday and I'm starting to see a slight improvement in my leg but I'm still bedridden for the most part. I close my eyes and imagine my paycheck just flying out the window. <sigh> The doctor repacked the gaping hole again yesterday and it didn't hurt at all, not like I was dreading it. The pain is mostly still coming from a few places above the wound that haven't drained yet. I go back tomorrow for more repacking.
The pain meds make me itch. I'm not talking just an itch here or there, I could handle that. This is a major itch, all over that makes me want to take sandpaper to my skin. So the 2 options I have are no pain pills (not fun at all) or pain pills + Benedryl to calm the itching. I choose the Benedryl cocktail option. Spending all this time in bed should have made me productive. I could read, catch up on my Believing God Bible Study, organize some papers, read and toss some magazines...there's an endless number of things I should be doing. I'm actually just sleeping most of the day. I make sure to roll over every now and again just to keep from getting bed sores but it's been very relaxing, except for the pain.
I know I look like a zombie. I've even got the walk perfected. With the location of the *thing*, it makes it hard to use my inner thigh muscle because that's where the open wound is. So I stumble along like a zombie. I'm sure if I stopped to look in the mirror, I would be convinced I was actually dead. I can't get the *thing* wet so I've been taking sponge/baby wipe baths since Sunday. I hate that. I'm a 2 shower a day kind of girl. This is killing me. So my hair hasn't been washed since then, but I have managed to brush my teeth while holding on to the cabinet. I'm sure my hair is pointing in a dozen different directions. Yes, I'm starting my own legion of the undead.
I'm done whining now.