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pain, replaced by leakage

Posted in addictions, disease with tags , on August 10, 2009 by wkct

Saturday, the pain we beyond belief.   Coffee had to poke a few holes in my skin around the  pressure wound to relieve the  pain caused by dead blood.  

By Sunday, I was getting used to living with the pain and starting to worry I’d have to wind up at a doctor to have a scalpel open up the area.  That would entail a long, long recover, and I just can’t just afford that now.  But, while washing dishes, the weakened skin opened and the wound we were trying to heal opened up  a wealth of puss and blood. O, lovely puss!.  The process of healing could now begin.

I stayed home from work today, letting the wound seep.  The stench of infection is gone, and the whole area is now healing.  The only problem is that I must now have towels everywhere I want to sit, like an incontinent old dog.

The real victim here is not me, but Coffee.  She waited for the Super Happy Family Fun Weekend for two weeks and wound up squeezing puss from her wisecracking, probably dying idiot boyfriend.  I feel really bad about that.


my extra butthole will be the end of me

Posted in dieting, disease, food with tags , on August 8, 2009 by wkct

Pain, and lots of it.

My behind  hurts so much. So very much.  Looks like I’m developing a new pressure sore, probably from overcompensating for the original extra butthole.

I’m taking Zinc, and I’ve finally admitted that I need Metformin, so I’m stealing Coffee’s.  At least I’ve started my sugar-fee diet today.   I got a very simple egg sandwich on wheat and I ate my bran today.  Beats the hell out of adding bacon and ketchup.

Only about 80 pounds to go.

this extra butthole is a pain in the ass

Posted in disease with tags , , on August 3, 2009 by wkct

Great!  Now I got a hole in my butt. No, not that hole. Another hole that’s not supposed to be there.

See, when you’re a big fat slob, and you’re practically made out of sugar, your skin gets real thin.  So thin that it starts to break down, or get yeast infections.

You’d think that having more cushion for pushing would help prevent skin breakdown on one’s butt.  No, in fact the whole butt thing just gets worse.

Best I can tell, I must have developed a pressure sore.  The skin gets rubbed, crushed, and then white blood cells try the fix the problem the only way they know how; by eating anything they find.  More and more white blood cells show up for the fight against this phantom invader, and wind up eating each other and the body’s own skin. Eventually, the area gets how and the the skin gets thin and then, pop.

It was a little pop, nothing I noticed.  But now it’s not healing, and there’s a shaft leading from the surface of my body to my innards.  Left untreated, the shaft could get deeper and deeper until I develope a viewing window into my pelvis.

It smarts a bit.  Coffee is working her medical magic on it. We’ll see if I wind up getting a quick cure or a ticket to a nursing home, on my belly.