The wound clinic is taking care of my leg gash from last week’s fall. Nine inches. Deep. It is a v shaped wound. The nurse measures the size of the wound and takes pictures of it so progress can be measured. The nurse says the skin flap between the v may be lost and the wound would become larger. My nurse squeezed a tube of a creamy substance into the wound. She said that it would help prevent infection.
She form fitted a blue sponge like material over the wound. This material would keep the wound open while it healed from the inside out. Lastly, her assistant wrapped my entire leg in a white material followed by sticky elastic material. My leg is encased and protected for the week. The wound can lie fallow and work on its own repair. It takes time to heal.
I spent nine weeks last year with the wound clinic to repair wounds caused by a faulty lymphatic circulation. My skin in my lower legs just popped open and began leaking clear liquid. This was a result of major cancer surgery that removed major abdominal lymphatics much to my detriment.
With the lymphatics gone the lymphatic circulation in my legs is not as good as it should be. Fluid gets stuck. Legs swell. I have compression stockings from the wound clinic but I decided to skip them over the summer so I could wear shorts. Reasonable idea. But bad decision.
Now I have a compression stocking on my left leg. My right has its own containment. It would be a long rest of the summer. I expect I will be visiting the wound clinic through September.
On a good note, the Actemra seems to be working. Pain and inflammation levels are low.