I am looking ahead to better days. Much better days when I won't have to take antibiotics. Better days when I won't have to spend 15 minutes every morning preparing my leg with gauze, sterile saline and ace wraps. Better days when I am allowed to (joy of joys) take a shower. I have much to be grateful for and I know it. My leg looks better now than it has since early July. The lump is smaller; smaller than my knee. A shin injury is easy to dress and more dignified than many other body parts; also easy to cover with clothes. And I've been able to work all but five of the days since I fell. And I have a sedentary job that makes it possible for me to sit with my leg elevated. But still, when this is over I deserve a treat. My injury happened just shy of three months ago. What kind of treat is commensurate to what I have been through? A party? No. Too much work for me. Buy myself something new? I can't think of anything I want. Road trip? Yeah, ROAD TRIP! I think a road trip is a good way to celebrate the end of this abscess/cellulitis/giant hematoma/open wound. Where, how and when I don't know. All I do know is why I deserve a road trip. . . . . . . . Where to go? How will I get there? All pleasant questions to ponder.
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