18 June 2007 Monday | Five Broken Bones, The King's Dramatic Life
Freaked out totally last night… Blood was oozing out of the (main) surgical wound. There was also a yellowish discharge.
(Haiyah… no time and no mood to take photo lah)
*thunder and lightning*
I would have thought that the road to recovery would be smooth. After all, the operation was done five weeks ago. If there was to be any infection, it would have occurred earlier, isn’t it?
I had nothing at home to deal with the leakage. By “nothing”, the former St John first aider in me meant that I didn’t have any antiseptic swaps to clean the wound and proper dressing to cover it up.
At 3am, there weren’t many options to consider. After texting the best friend to collect me to the hospital first thing in the morning, I could only paste a few pieces of tissue paper over the wound and prayed that I wouldn’t wake up to a blood soaked home bandage.
I have to be put on antibiotics.
I was initially asked to return every other day to have the dressing changed… But the former St John first aider successfully bargained with the specialist to DIY at home.
Heng ah, the insurance company would say… For I accumulate a bill close to $100 each time I step into the hospital.
The next appointment will be on Thursday. Or when I develop a fever. Whichever is earlier.