The latest

Last week found me in the ambulatory care area of Royal University Hospital.  The part hasn’t been updated since the early 80s.  I felt like the dress code should include feathered hair and mullets for all of the staff and doctors to keep the vibe going.  Not only is the area still decorated in early 80s decor, it looks new.  Not sure how RUH maintenance staff pull that off.

I was off the antibiotics that keep me functioning when I went and saw him.  The night before the infection came racing back and covered my lower leg and ankle.  I had fevers and chills all day at work and I could barely make it up our stairs to get to bed.  Wendy came home and freaked out and wanted to take me to emergency but I just wanted some sleep and I wouldn’t get any in ER.  I was pretty confident that I wasn’t going to die and I found it unlikely that a night ER doc would know how to cure me.   So the next morning I rolled out bed, went to RUH, realized they made the parking garage too small once the new Children’s Hospital opens up, and admitted myself.

The specialist grilled me a while and affirmed part of my treatment but also brought up that no one has done even the right tests yet.  He also told me that the antibiotic I was on was the wrong kind, not strong enough and in the long term has made things worse.

So I am on a new one.  The advantage of the old one is that it kept me out of pain.  Not being on one means that it is incredibly painful and while the new anti-biotic is more potent, it takes time work.  When I am off the anti-biotic, the infection spreads like wildfire in a day.  Yet when I am on the anti-biotic it takes a week to beat it back.  The big change is that the pain in the leg is just overwhelming now.  It was bad but nothing like this.  It’s getting better as the redness goes down but there isn’t a part of my right leg that doesn’t scream in pain with every step.

The specialist did have a very technical discussion about my leg which I was fine with.   I asked questions and he explained them.  I felt better at the end of the appointment.  He did throughout it keep saying, “those little bugs in your leg” which made me smirk each time.   I would have also accepted, “that gross thing that is eating your leg” as another description.  I felt better when I left which was an improvement over the other specialist appointment where I was told to quit my job and that I wasn’t serious about getting better because I wouldn’t quit my job.

So there you go.  Leg is still messed up and for this week at least, got a lot worse.  Of course the good news is that it looks like it could start to get better.

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