TISMF wound care edition

Oh
My
God

Went to wound care- and I shared how crazy it drove me for the two weeks that he was hospitalized that I had no idea what was happening underneath his bandages and how when I got him home on Wednesday I immediately changed the bandages because the one thing that I did know was that somehow the hospital is pretty disconnected from the wound care even though they’re not only part of the hospital but in the same building. It looked good to me, but I didn’t want to try too hard to remove what I wasn’t sure of. Was I looking at a scab? Some dried up iodine? I wasn’t sure.

Guess what they said!

They used the word

HEALED.

I almost fell over right then and there. Maybe I thought I’d never hear that word in regards to this wound. I dunno. I was so shocked it was hard to hear anything else after that.

The foot specialist said: “Wow, looks good. This is basically HEALED.”

HEALED

Not me turning away from the two doctors and the two nurses in the room so no one could see me ugly cry.

Twice.

Because HOLY HELL.

That wound’s reign of terror over me is over!!!!

Do you realize how long I’ve been bandaging that wound and commanding it (Yes, out loud. HEAL, YOU BITCH) to heal?? Since September of 2022. That would be 16 loooong freaking months ago.

I only cried twice in the car driving back. Apparently, that bitch wound was weighing on me much more than I had realized. I am feeling victorious and relieved.

They said they’d still need to “monitor” it, so we have a return appointment in three weeks and I still have to wipe it down with iodine every other day and keep it bandaged because it still has a tiny little way to go, but I’m totally taking this victory. They said HEALED and that is now my word of the day.