1) Tom is working. This is good, because we gotta make some money, but it is bad because, Lonely me. Couch-sitting, pajama-wearing, net-surfing, window-staring me.
2) The 2-ct aquamarine earrings my mother gave me for my wedding were stolen by the cleaning lady last weekend. I am utterly heartbroken about this.
3) A new little gap in my skin showed up beneath the bandage strips, extending the unhealed part by 1/4 inch.
Crying a lot doesn't always help matters, especially where one's husband is concerned. Take note, all you married ladies. He may tolerate one crying jag, even hold you and pat you through it. But be advised, daily crying jags, especially during sex, will not be well-liked. When he got the work, I'm sure he was totally relieved to get away from me.
But, after a bunch of time spent obsessing about the wound, reading internet pages on Persistent Chronic Wounds, daydreaming about hyperbaric chambers, complaining to anyone who would respond, and sobbing fitfully, the wound actually has begun to look better. It's shrinking. I started taking Lysine on Lynsey's suggestion, and I think that helps. Lysine is an amino acid that helps the body build proteins, to make stuff like...skin. I've taken it before to help with canker sores in my mouth. Also started a round of Echinacea, now that I'm off antibiotics.
I am taking so many different pills and supplements, it's kind of ridiculous.
Vitamin C (1 pill/day)
Vitamin B-50 (1 pill/day)
Vitamin D-3 (3 pills/day)
Omega-3 Fish Oil (6 gel tabs/day)
Calcium, Magnesium, Zinc (3 pills/day)
Glucosamine-Chondroitin (2 pills/day)
Multivitamin (1 pills/day)
L-Lysine (2 pills/day)
Glutamine (1 pill/day)
Glycine (1 pill/day)
Omega 6&9 (3 gel tabs/day)
Desogen (1 pill/day)
Vicodin (1 pill/day)
Acidophilus (1 pill/day)
Echinacea (6 pills/day)
Yesterday I finished the second round of Keflex (6 pills/day).
In total, minus the Keflex, that's 32 pills/day.
That doesn't sound healthy.
Here are things that help pull me out of depression:
Leaving the house
Friends visiting (Marianne, Monica, Laura all helped this weekend)
Exercise, even if it is just lying on the floor doing leg-lifts
Writing
Cleaning the house, which takes such a long time on crutches, there's no time to lie around moping.
The wound is actually shrinking, the skin is growing together. Still red in parts, and fluid soaks the bandage every night, but it's healing. I am secretly hoping that by Thursday it will be healed enough to start P.T. Cross fingers! Pray! Beg and plead! Please let me walk!!!!
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