Sometimes it’s the littlest, dumbest things.
It’s been just over a month since the Saga Of The Foot really started. It had been acting up badly enough that I went to Urgent Care on 9 July, but it went berserk on 13 July.
Thanks to the open wound, I had a bandage on my foot from 13-20 July. Then they put on the wound vac, and I’ve had cargo tape wrapped around my foot ever since. With the bandages, I had to bag my foot before taking a shower. With the cargo tape I don’t have to bag it, but the tape is waterproof.
I haven’t washed my right foot properly in just over a month now. The nurses do a bit of cleaning when they change the wound-vac tape, but it doesn’t compare to a proper shower or back deck spa day with the busket of eucalemon Buddy Ebsen salts.
Because they’d given me antibiotics on 9 July, I didn’t drink anything when we went to Mike & Jen’s to plan the Event on 11 July. Before that I think the last real drink I had was right after we got back from vacation in late June.
With the psycho nuclear antibiotics they gave me when I left the hostibule, I wasn’t about to risk any interactions by having a few. Doubly so since the antibiotics cause drowsiness, and the vicodin they also gave me makes that even more pronounced.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m not exactly a lush. I’ll have a couple if we go to the bar for the meat raffle, a few when we go to Mike & Jen’s, and maybe a couple of hard lemonades or shots of something after work or on the weekend. I certainly don’t get drunk with anything approaching regularity; ask Stacie.
Right around vacation, I bought a case of hard lemonade. Stacie just bought a big jug of mead. And I’ve always got snake tequila and Kraken handy, or absinthe if I’m feeling especially artistic. Since I got out, I’ve had aboot a tablespoon of the mead.
I’m done with the antibiotics, and I haven’t needed a Vicodin since Monday. But the repairs are going well enough that the nurse today was visibly impressed when she looked at the hole. And since alcohol suppresses the immune system, I still can’t risk it.
At this point I just want to be able to sit on the back deck with the eucalemon soak and margarita, and throw things at Mister Dog.