When I got up this morning I decided to unwrap the finger. I had gone to bed without changing the dressing because I had finally gotten the bleeding stopped. I was afraid to mess with it. This morning I went through my routine, then took off the wrappings. The finger looked strange, gray, and zombie-like. The end was also pretty gross. But it got through the shower OK. I decided to put the fresh bandage on after I got dressed, but bumped it on my sock, and it started bleeding again. But at least this time I could get the bleeding stopped.
As I went through the day, I started feeling progressively worse. As I feared, that crud was coming back. There were times when I was on meds still that it kind of felt like it was in the background, just waiting to come back, but after a week or so of relative health, I thought I had it licked. Apparently not. Sigh.
I decided that I didn't feel good enough to go to dinner tonight with the boys, which was a shame because they were going to The Olive Tree. Not only would I have enjoyed seeing everyone, but the tzatziki sauce there is legendary. But it was not to be. I decided I didn't need to spend the money anyway (and really, I don't).
But on the way home, I started thinking about the couple of odds and ends I still needed to pick up. I headed for Big Lots, with the idea that they few things I needed would cost less there than at CVS. I used to get my toiletries there. That was not such a great idea. The lure there is the discontinued foods section, which I find endlessly fascinating. I did get a couple of things I really needed for the house, but I also came away with several tins of nuts, two bags of cookies, and a (small) can of Pringles. I always crave junk food when I don't feel good, and the allure was too strong tonight. I emerged $42 later, triumphant. I probably just should have gone to freakin' dinner.
I headed home, ate hot dogs (still delicious), and went to bed.
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