The above phrase is a common one but takes on a whole new meaning when you see the result of an unknown insect bite on the left cheek of your beloved’s arse.
Started out about a fortnight ago when I was asked to take a look at what was apparently an insect bite, looked OK apart from being a bit itchy. By Sunday it was starting to look a bit nasty so on Monday rang the Drs. and couldn’t get an appointment until Thursday. Madam said it should be OK until then.
By Wednesday it was major, and being Doctors golf day none of the other poor bastards left working at the medial centre would squeeze her in so it was off to the Hospital. Wait an hour until the urgent message the triage nurse sent through and it was into the inspection room. Blood test taken, bacterial swabs taken, Cannula into the back of her hand and an IV drip of antibiotics fed into her. Sent home with more antibiotics with the warning that it would get worse before it got better, they weren’t wrong. It started to turn the corner on Monday when we finally saw her GP, and got more drugs, another swab taken as a White Tailed Spider is the suspect. i’ve had to dress it twice a day and it hasn’t been real good I can tell you.
the hardest part is seeing someone you are a bit fond of, to put it mildly, in absolute agony despite being loaded to the hilt with Panadene Forte and Endone. Pam had both knees replaced at the same time and she said the pain from that was no where as bad as what she has gone through the past fortnight.
Things are slowly getting better but still a mess, see the GP again tomorrow.
The photo is the day she went to hospital, the pink section is about 150mm wide. It got a bloody sight worse that this before it slowly has started to get better.