No, mine aren't that nice!
I spent half of 2013 in the hospital. I fear going in and never coming out.
Oh, and I'll be alone on Christmas. Yeah, I know, you're jealous, at least I won't be surrounded by annoying people demanding gifts because they are entitled, but don't really want to spend beyond 15 seconds actually talking to me. Someday I hope to celebrate Christmas with an emphasis on the gift of the birth of Jesus — with someone else.
Wait a minute: I found the silver lining. (Don't you dare say NO PR!) (LOL) I have plenty of xeroform. It's a powerful infection fighting dressing to lay over my wounds. I am also on Cipro, so between the two of them, I really should be alright.
I've had wounds going on my feet since mid-August. Three are moving in the right direction, one is regressing, and the brand new, huge one, well, I just got it today, so I don't know for sure. I'll know how I'm doing tomorrow.
Well, that was quite the rant. If it feels a bit hyperbolic, because, well, I *do* have the gift of exaggeration, well, sadly, it isn't. I've undersold how serious it is. But, I'm above ground, and I'm not paired to anyone bad for me. I have things for which to be grateful. Merci, Seigneur.
Merry Christmas to everyone. Health & happiness in the new year, too.