Sunday, February 02, 2020
Three weeks ago I took a tumble and ended up with stitches in my knee. The laceration is horizontal across the joint right where it stretches to bend whenever I take a step so it's taking forever to heal. The stitches were removed at the 14 day mark but the tear was not healed and they taped me up with steri-strip to hold me closed. This has all been rather annoying.
The cherry on top though, is not being able to wear pants. Anything rubbing against the wound (including a large bandaid or any other dressing) tears it right open and makes it bleed profusely and that is not an option at work. So I've been having to dress like Laura Ingalls Wilder in long flowy skirts and dresses every day for work for the past 3 weeks. In the middle of winter. In the northwest. I don't mind wearing a dress for a special occasion but I don't enjoy being forced to look like some kind of pilgrim for weeks on end at my place of employment. Nor do I have the wardrobe for it.
I suppose I should be thankful that I'm female and have the option of wearing dresses and skirts to work. But thankful I am not! I'm hoppin' mad. (Pun intended.) I'm mad I was a klutz and fell. I'm madder I had to get stitches and pay a big doctor's bill because the darn wound didn't heal overnight like I told it to. I'm mad it kept me awake at night because it hurt. I'm mad I had to walk around like I had a peg leg for the better part of two weeks. And I'm real mad that after two weeks, it STILL hadn't healed. I'm mad that I've had to wear pilgrim outfits for weeks now with no end in sight of getting out of this swirly, billowy, old fashioned mess.
Meanwhile, my favorite 81 year old patient came in a couple days ago and informed me he was training for the Death Valley Marathon. He told me he was going to die in Death Valley. He has a great sense of humor and I'm sure he'll do very well in the marathon as he has been running them for the past 10 years and breaking records. I do love hearing about people's amazing accomplishments so that brought me some cheer. Something to aspire to! But first, just to be able to wear pants again would be nice. Baby steps. VERY careful baby steps because anything less may result in stitches, as we now know.
New goal for February: Be able to wear pants again.