So, at least pain signifies that I’m still alive. However, it’s preventing me from doing much of anything. Right now, I’m counting down the time until I can take another pain pill. I have an hour left. Boo.
Tomorrow I have an appointment with the wound care clinic. I hope they can figure something out that is going to cause me less pain. I’m packing wet to dry like I was told, but the dry seems to fuse with the wound and pulling it out is like taking a scab off. Incredibly painful and bloody.
I’m so sick of all this.