The nurse peeled back the sticky honey dressing... and...
There are tiny little beads of new skin starting to grow in around the edges.
For the first time in two months, I've made a step in the right direction.
The doctor cauterized the wound for the millionth time, and I wandered over to Dr. Saturday's office (with a stinging tush).
Dr. Saturday agreed to take over my wound care from here on out, which will be, like, waaaaay cheaper. And I don't have to come back for TWO weeks!!
We think that the methotrexate is already making a big difference - telling my body to quit attacking me so I can heal. I'm also drinking a protein shake every day, seeing the chiropractor 3x/week, and doing some new supplements. I also noticed a substantial increase in energy last week. Dunno which thing is helping, or if it's a combination of things, or if it's all coincidental. And then the last few days have involved steroid issues, malabsorption of meds, more fatigue, and lots of pain. BUT! The wound is getting better! And I think that the rest of my body will start following suit.
So as I put a new sticky honey dressing on my wound, I began to wax eloquent in my mind. I thought, this is the bee's knees. My wound is starting to bee-hive and life is sweeter than, well, a honey impregnated wound dressing.