The morning started with a dose of reality — the infection isn’t improving. At all. It’s actually looking worse. So, off I went (again) to A&E. It was one of those long hospital waits, but honestly, what else am I doing these days? No big plans, no pressing appointments — just me and my leg having another little hospital outing.
A lovely nurse took blood, then another long stretch of waiting. But finally, in came the most gorgeous nurse — one of those people who makes you instantly feel calmer just by walking in. We chatted about the wound and where things stood. Then came the cleaning part. Brutal. I’d love to say I handled it like a hero, but there might’ve been a few choice expressions and some very deep breathing involved. Still, necessary evil and all that.
The next day hit hard. Between the wound being freshly cleaned and the infection still raging, it turned into what I’m calling a leg and ear day — meaning, the leg needed constant attention, and the ear (mine) was done listening to me moan about it. The swelling is unreal. I’ve been trying to massage this balloon of a leg, but it’s honestly exhausting. I’m tired of it now — the pain, the swelling, the never-ending cycle of “nearly better” followed by “nope, not yet.”
But still, here’s the thing — I’m learning that healing isn’t a straight line. It’s slow, messy, and sometimes full of gorgeous nurses and big swollen legs.
Takeaway: Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is just keep showing up — for your appointments, for your healing, for yourself — even when you’re sick to death of it all.
