Care for my back has continued to follow me no matter how far I seem to hobble. The wound on my back is still open and healing ridiculously slowly. It's being drained by a Wound V.A.C. pump, a vacuum powered drain. My mother has now taken over the dressing changes for my back, mostly out of frustration from dealing with stupid schedulers. She's a registered nurse and does a better job than the majority of nurses who've done the job before her. My dressings need changing every 2-3 days so I'm lucky to have her.
Love you mom!
Though I still have the vacuum pump, I did loose the JP drains (my horse tail) and the PICC line IV pump that I've lived with the last two months. I feel like a free man! Anyone who's seen me lately knows that every time I left the house I had to carry the bag with my IV pump, bag with my Wound-VAC, dragging at least one of my multiple drains, and hauling my gigantic backpack full of medical supplies for the above. I began to feel more and more like a bionic pack-mule.
This picture came with directions for how to outfit your mule for a coming apocalypse.
My class lasts six weeks and I don't know how much time I'll have to write. I'm taking Developmental Biology, learning all the ins and outs of developing organisms. It's sure to be an interesting class but also an intense one. As a matter of fact I should be studying right now. Ah well, back to the salt mines...