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After a month of big, long, thick bandages and dressings my wound is 90% healed. I now have just a small dressing as the nurse says the wound is mostly scabbed over and feels tacky. I might be discharged soon. I can’t explain how it feels to be close to being free of the problem, I’m fed up but elated. I want to get back to normal, but the word patient is correct, you have to have patience to be a patient!
It’s healing up
The weeping has stopped and my leg is actually healing. The dressing the nurse put on is smaller than this, it only reaches half way up my calf now, and there is no strike through, which means there is no fluid escaping from the wound through the bandage. You don’t know how relieved I am to know I’ll be able to get out and about again. I drove the car a short distance yesterday to drop hubby off. But the bandage on my foot was restricting getting my shoe on so I kept in one gear for most of the drive. Life is strange, I just hope I don’t do anything else to myself in the future.
It’s still attached!
Actually the wound is healing well. Still got to keep it elevated. Plus I’m getting better at walking again. My problem is I’m putting stress on my shoulder and arms pushing myself up and down, and it’s making me tired and grouchy. Four hours sleep last night…
When you have to lift your legs up to reduce swelling it is tiring as it catches your thigh and calf muscles, but I’m treating that like chair yoga and doing bends and stretches to try and improve my flexibility.
Now if I can just get over the cough and sore throat I seem to be developing…. Heaven knows I’ve had enough of this now.
Thanks to the NHS I’m getting treatment for my injured leg.
Well after days of a weeping wound in my leg I’ve had it dressed and bandaged by a nurse. Very uncomfortable but I’ve got to keep both legs elevated as much as possible to reduce the swelling. I will have to persist in looking after myself. Wish me luck. I won’t have much excitement over the next few days I guess.
The wound in my leg is infected. I’ve got to keep it clean and raised. Not easy. It started as a cut but I thought it would be OK after dressing it. Now it’s sore and red and weeping. Don’t assume that if it looks clean it’s OK. Who knows what the car door shoved through my trouser leg into the wound. I can’t physically see it as its on the side, round the back. But hubby insisted I got medical treatment.
Things like this test relationships. The roles you slot into can be reversed. I’m used to caring for him, now he’s got to sort me out. I realise why patients need patience. Can’t make him do things unless it’s in his own good time. But we will get there as they say, in sickness and in health. x
Mallaband-Brown