Wound update

Whenever I hear/use the word wound I have this overwhelming urge to don a bad English accent and quote Monty Python, "It's just a flesh wound!" But sadly, just like in the movie, my wound is far worse than a flesh wound. It's infected. I just got back from the routine "wound check" at the ER where they took off the brace and all the bandages (which felt SO good - my skin got to breath and air out for a few minutes). There's a slight infection. The ER doc (a different one than I had Wednesday night, but this one had similar lack of sympathy for my pain and weird sense of humor - maybe ER medical staff is different than regular nurses and physicians, just because they constantly see people in excruiating pain and have to deal with bums off the street a lot) said the infection was minor right now, but if it spreads then I have to be hospitalized, and worst case scenario - lose my leg. I waited for him to laugh at his little joke. He didn't laugh. So I'm under orders now to do a whole bunch of stuff that makes my life harder. Eg: warm compresses 6x/day, removing the brace as often as possible, redressing my wound if I want to walk anywhere, take showers washing the wound w/ baby soap, take a mild antibiotic.... actually, the doc wanted to give me a strong antibiotic shot (in my BUM, ew) but I told him I'm breastfeeding twins and he said nevermind, unless I wanted babies with thrush and yeast diaper rash infections. Glad I told him. That's all I need! In fact, another thing I need to remember to be grateful for is that my children are all healthy and doing well. Ya know how, whenever your kid is sick, you always wish you could take their pain away and it could be YOU instead of THEM suffering... well I am definitely glad it's me with the problems and not them.

I also had an MRI today  (ten points if you already knew what that stood for. I had to ask. Magnetic Resonance Imaging). Have you ever seen one of those MRI machines?! They're like space ships! Loud, cold, huge... I thought I'd be able to nap while laying there for 20-30 minutes. But I was afraid aliens would show up for the rest of the medical exam.  We find out the results Monday. If the patellar tendon is completely torn, I go in for surgery. If there's just a hole in it, we wait and see if it heals itself. Then I spend the rest of my life at risk of patellar tendonitis. I'm starting to think I'll never get "complete an Ironman" off my bucket list.
I just had another thought - along with losing my leg, there's another thing I'm really nervous about: the HOSPITAL BILLS!  Ugh.
Cute story: Brianna just came in and I asked her if she wanted to see my owie. She came up to it and her face just fell. "OOOOOOhh NO!....I kiss it all better." She kissed it and looked up at me with a hopeful smile, "You all better now, Mommy?"
I wish!