The Agony and No Ecstacy.

I’ve spoken in the past about the joys of cellulitis and how the itching can drive you insane (short journey I know). Sometimes it goes away with a liberal use of moisturiser but warning, don’t help yourself to your wife’s favourite brand unless you want scalping. Sometimes it takes a more specialised cream with a steroid and sometimes it takes anti-biotics in conjunction with one of the others. this last couple of weeks the itching has been a pain and didn’t respond to any of the usual stuff. The nurse has been coming round to do dressings and came Tuesday of last week when she decided to apply a pre-medicated gauze dressing with iodine in a paraffin base.

I had the usual discomfort for the first day or so where it felt like it was burning but I knew I could ring them if I needed to and anyway, she’d be back this Tuesday. Saturday I shopped as usual with Mike but for once I was glad there was nowhere open to eat as I waned to get home. By Monday I was in agony and had a problem putting my foot on the floor.. I couldn’t wait for Tuesday to arrive. She arrived late morning and commented how smart I looked. Blue trousers, flowered shirt and blue waistcoat. She spent 15 minutes washing my leg in small bursts trying to get the dressing away from the stranglehold it had on my leg. Not easy with the sharp intakes of breath and little whimpers from me. Finally it was done and the leg was a mess. I was losing a lot of water. She was going to redress it with a new iodine patch but I asked her not too as the burning would have been the last straw. She asked me to take my trousers off but as usual my imagination ran ahead of the facts. She wanted me just to put something comfortable on.

I grabbed the first thing to hand which to my shame turned out to be a pair of lounge pants covered with Animal from the Muppet Show. Of course I was still wearing shirt and waistcoat. Thank Heavens I wasn’t wearing a dickie-bow too. It’s not like my street cred hadn’t already nosedived. She took photographs of the offending site then packed great big pads around my foot/leg to try an hold in some of the fluid loss. I could see why losing the trousers was a necessity as I’d never get the legs over the bundle. I looked exactly like one of those irascible Colonels with Gout. She’s due back tomorrow and I’m hoping there are some antibiotics and painkillers in my immediate future. In the meantime I’m going to try for some sleep tonight if I can find a comfortable position for the leg.

Huge Hugs to all.

About davidprosser

Retired Local Government Officer who started to write at age 60 and hasn't looked back. Writes a humorous diary on the life of a member of the gentry.......and the village he lives in with his sadistic early morning alarm cat Oscar and his wife the formidable Lady J.
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29 Responses to The Agony and No Ecstacy.

  1. You poor thing! What agony! I hope your legs are better soon.

    Healing Hugs

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  2. Hope you feel better soon. Sending good wishes and vibes🙂

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  3. jilldennison says:

    I do hope the nurse or doc can do something to both ease your pain and also start the healing process before it becomes a serious danger. Please let me know after the nurse has been ’round, what she said/did.
    Cwtch

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  4. acflory says:

    Fingers and toes all crossed for you. Get better soon. 😦

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  5. So sorry to hear this, David. Hopefully, the condition will respond to treatment soon!

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  6. inavukic says:

    Good luck David with that. It sounds nasty to get through. All in all you’re a champ! 🙂

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  7. merrildsmith says:

    I’m so sorry to read this, David. I do hope you’re feeling better soon.
    (But Animal from the Muppets pants!) 😀

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  8. Keith says:

    Best wishes David. The best I can do to match “Animal” is my kids did give me some Pink Panther PJ bottoms for Christmas one year. I have not paraded them out in years. Maybe when I get more eccentric, I will wear them to Walmart and make their footage online of what people wear in the store. Keith

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    • davidprosser says:

      Thanks Keith, I must admit I have a good store of clothing to embarrass myself or others but I haven’t quite reached the shopping in pyjamas stage….unless my brother is up for pushing me round in a wheelchair.
      Hugs

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  9. Nan says:

    I wanted to “like” this based on your writing talent, but didn’t because of your health situation. Hope things improve … FAST!!!

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  10. yvettecarol says:

    I feel great sympathy for you, David. My mother went through something very similar and she literally used to just start screaming at times. My heart bled!

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    • davidprosser says:

      If I started screaming round here Yvette the knives would be out to make sure my heart bled. They couldn’t take the shocks at their ages. Seriously if your Mom’s was like this I have every sympathy
      Gigantic Hugs.

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  11. MELewis says:

    As ever you keep us in stitches while you are (almost literally) in them yourself. Hope the itching has subsided by now,David and you are on the mend. Had never heard of cellulitis but it sounds awful. Huge hugs!

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    • davidprosser says:

      When I was first diagnosed with it, all I could picture was the orange peel flesh we gain with a little extra weight. What a difference a few extra letters make. I’m hearing They’ll call you Satsuma, they’re saying,. you could even die. Lucky I had someone with common sense in the room. It’s a fair way from over and it’s impossible to sit with legs elevated all the time, yet I can’t stand standing on them.Mike suggested I tie a rope round my neck, and well, he pretty much stopped there. I’ll get there eventually.
      Massive Hugs

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