Finally, I graduated from the wound clinic. Fifteen weeks. My wound had been nine- and one-half inches. Three inches wide. Very deep. Now it is 5 inches long and one inch wide. When my accident happened, I knew the wound clinic at the VA was what I needed. They had the latest therapy for wounds and the best qualified staff.
The nurses told me that when my wound was completely healed, it would only be at eighty percent. It will still be months before I reach the eighty percent. It was a deep wound. The wound is at risk for popping open if I am not very careful about the leg swelling caused by backed up lymph. And I am to return to the clinic if it opens at all.
Our elections are winding down. The Democrats are mostly happy but the Republicans not so much. I think the country doesn’t really care for radicals. Next on the calendar is Thanksgiving. In America we are creatures of routine. We had a close call but now it’s time to move on to the next thing.
Unfortunately for me, I am in a bad flare. Pain level is 6-7. So it is bad. All my joints are inflamed. So in addition to pain, I feel sick. No energy. Tramadol works for my back and joint pain day to day. However, it doesn’t help enough with this kind of flare. So I am wallowing in my misery.
My diversion for today was the last episode of the Good Fight. I admire Christine Baranski. If we all could only age as well. Carmen was also a favorite. It ended well. Each of the characters going on to their next thing. And Trump running for reelection to keep them on their toes. It is still better to talk about this than the problems of pain management for those of us with rheumatoid arthritis.
Play some Pomp and Circumstance to celebrate!