Day 14, visit to the surgeon

It is a 2 hour drive to where the surgeon is (and a 2 hour drive back). I was pretty much petrified because the G.P. said the 'black bits' would have to be 'debrided'. Luckily she was wrong. The dead, black skin will peel off and fall off in about another week, hopefully revealing not too much damage underneath.

I was only in there for about 5 minutes, which was OK, because I found out all I wanted to know. Although it looks totally disgusting to me, it looks pretty normal to a surgeon, and is healing up slowly, though had I got it done 10 years ago I'd have been in much better shape by now.

So back I came, and the 4 hours in the car really messed me up. I got into bed and fell asleep around 3pm, then got up and threw up, don't know why, then back to bed again. Can barely keep my eyes open at 8pm to write this.

I am taking multivitamins with iron in hopes it is a shortage of something that is making me so sick and exhausted. There is no chance I could manage a day's casual work at present or in the forseeable future. The way I feel, it will be another month at least.

The horrible tight feeling is there, and the incision lines are oozing murky stuff, not to mention the black ooze coming from the necrotic skin. Ugh!