We also made a major breakthrough. The nurse soaked the foam in lidocaine for a few minutes. This made the entire experience much less painful. YAY!
The bummer was that I had to listen to a nurse whose husband and husband's aunt have food intolerances (diagnosed by a doctor who got kicked out of/left Baylor), and have cured themselves with supplements from different websites and treatments from a doctor in Canada. I do not wish in any way to minimize their sufferings, and I am very happy that they have found health! However, it was very frustrating to have to listen to her for an hour and a half as she told me that I could have prevented all this by going gluten-free and taking supplements from these websites. She kept going, even after I explained that I did gluten-free for several weeks without effect. I also have had negative biopsies and blood tests and stool tests for gluten and celiac issues. I also continue to have symptoms even when I am not using my GI tract at all for weeks at a time. This had no impact on her, and she continued to go on and on. I just kept smiling and trying to be gracious... but, believe me, it was far from easy. ;)
Unfortunately, I have had a migraine since Tuesday. I went to the chiropractor today, which helped for several hours, but it's back again with a vengeance! It's making me pretty nauseated, so I haven't been eating well this week, which may be impacting my wound healing. I am also running low grade fevers and shaking all over (the nurses were like, "Do you realize you're trembling?"), probably because my arthritis is flaring. Also, they had to put in a more "bulky" (read: uncomfortable) dressing today, and Edgar is plugging away quite audibly. So I am a little bit throbbing and miserable all over...
But guess what? God is still good, and gives me more than I deserve in Christ! I had a neat opportunity to share just a little with the wound doctor. He commented that it's just not fair what life has dealt me, and that he doubted that he could endure a fraction of what I go through daily. I told him, "Well, life is not fair, but God is good!" He shook his head and said something about that showing unusual grace. He left just after that, but I know I'll have many more opportunities to share the hope and perspective Christ gives, as it looks like I'll be a fixture at the wound clinic for some months!