|This is a picture of me diligently completing PT.|
Everything was fine!
Then the wound started to drain. And drain and drain and drain and drain. It was annoying and gross. But it wasn't infected, so I just skipped the antibiotic my doctor prescribed (DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME). I thought the wound had finally closed up, but at PT last Tuesday, it opened up again and the draining started all over again. I was at work later that day when my doctor totally busted me. I was hopping on one leg to help a customer with a bulky bag - I needed both hands, so I put my crutches down - and in walked my doc. The look on his face was terrifying.
He just stared me down for a few minutes, while I sheepishly made up excuses about why I was hoppin gon one leg and why my crutches were 7 feet away, then he asked about the drainage. "But you're taking your Bactrim, right?" he asked. I had to admit that no, I wasn't, as it was clear discharge, no puss. "That's smart," he snapped. "You have an open channel communicating with your joint. How does osteomyelitis sound?"
I was rather filled with shame. I mean, I'm a pharmacist! I filled the prescription. And then I got sick. I swear, the minute my doctor left I realized I was flushed and warm - embarrassed by my doctor? Or...fever?
When I realized I had a slight fever, I rushed to check the wound. Luckily, they still look clean and there is no infection of the site. But my throat ached. The light hurt my eyes. I felt sore all over.
And now I feel like crap. I'm fighting some kind of infection (it feels like a mild late flu), trying not to topple over with exhaustion at work, and on top of it all one of my techs resigned. And it's poured rain every single evening for a week, and I can't exactly manage and umbrella and crutches. It's not fun anymore! I'm ready for the crutch and brace phase to be over!