October 1, 2013

I really try not to think about my leg, but I am sure that someday I will want to remember what happened.

We saw the surgeon yesterday, he was really flabberasted with the improvement in my leg because of the special sheets we are putting in it.  He does not want to see me again.

The piece of the sheet we cut to fit in the wound has gone from the size of a fifty cent piece to the size of a large pinto bean.  The edges of the wound actually look like skin now instead of bloody cells--growing cells.  Only the pinto bean piece looks bad and is not up to skin level. The only time the wound hurts is when the nerves are regenerating.  I am not sure how that works as the entire wound is numb.   In fact my leg is numb an additional 1/2" past the edges of the wound.  Sister Limburg tells me that it will take at least a year to get any feeling back and then I may never get feeling in some areas.  Great!

The dog bite with the miracle stuff in it.
We cut it exactly the size of the wound; the doctor did not.

The doctor says I am not allowed to get it wet yet, although Sister Limburg (mission nurse) says I should get it wet.  Both Scott and I agree that we do not feel comfortable getting the water here in the wound.  If we can't drink the water, it seems that it would not be good for an open wound.

Scott is changing the dressings for me; I am such a baby about looking at it.  We have started putting vitamin E oil around the edges of the wound hoping that it will lessen the scarring.  There is a very small piece in the center of the wound that is still not growing new cells.  If it doesn't grow, I will end up having a divot in a divot in my leg.

Really I am OK with all of this.  I am not in any pain.  I can walk.  I have my leg.  Life it good.