to get your hopes up, they get smashed. In many ways lately but the one I'm talking about now is my bum wound. At the last appointment with my surgeon, he said the fistulotomy was healing wonderfully. I was happy, it was all good. This morning something didn't feel right, it hurt and I looked. Good thing I did as it sort of looked like a purplish blood blister type of thing. I rang the doctor and he said to come in. I figured I was going to see him next week so I'd just go today instead. Long story short, he doesn't know quite what it is. He did cauterize it though. Turns out the middle part of the wound is healed, and on one end it's taking longer, which we knew. But the other end has opened up. He said it doesn't look infected, which is definitely good, but depending on how it looks next weed (I have to go back on Friday) he may put me on antibiotics.
I realise I sound very defeatist at the moment, but why can't anything in my life just be simple and easy? I'm at my wits end.
