Tired of the Hospital:
I see things were picking up while I was gone. Again. It seems I had a Staph infection set in at one of the wound sites, despite my best efforts at cleanliness. So I sat in Wishard hospital for a little over a week while various doctors decided what to do with me. And now that I've been sent home, I have to shoot myself up with IV antibiotics into this PICC line they put in my arm, and I have to carry a 5-pound, portable wound vac around everywhere so that the abscess will close and heal. *Sigh*
At least the food at Wishard has dramatically improved since the last visit. And I think I would never make a good IV druggie. This gets real old after a while.
"There is nothing wrong with wanting a motorbike that is an extension of your personal taste and fashion sense; if you must ride somewhere, I say do it with style