Hot Electric Quicksand #16

Folks, this will be short and…well, certainly not sweet:

I have had an health collapse. My infection exploded and I have been put on 7 day outpatient IV Vancomycin treatment; horrible, disgusting stuff, poisons the soul and nothing tastes remotely good.
I concluded the IVs yesterday, my arms a pin cushion of blown veins and yet another attempt to insert.

I came home to find my docs, and the wound care nurse, are recommending I see a surgeon, for skin flap surgery. Son of a bucktaldo, surgery. My fault, too,  I’d been cavalier and kept at my normal routines, Ironman as usual, and basically ignored the growing wound on my ischium, more concerned with the fucking MRSA. Well, now I’m fucked, I’m essentially bed-ridden and my thoughts of,  ‘well, it’ll heal by itself’ or ‘I’ll just do wound vac and be up and around’ are fantasies.  I await word on my visit with the surgeon, but my RN wife says, “It’s deep, ugly and bad; it may be surgery is needed. And it looks like you’re still infected.”

Shite…

And I now must shut everything down and concentrate and commit to my healing. I am no Ironman, I have been blasé and even arrogant, and now I’m paying for it.

Thus, I am sidelining myself from activity. I will report next…when things are better.
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