I had another appointment at St Georges today, this time with a consultant I hadn’t ever seen before. He was quite brisk and hurried – I was in and out of the hospital in 30 minutes flat.
Anyway he mentioned some further detail on the operation I am waiting to have, which I promptly put to one side in my memory for further investigation upon my return home.
If I hadn’t learnt my lesson the last time, I have now. Never again. In fact if I could I’d remove all search engines from my web browsers.
As well as now taking a combination of anti inflammatories and antibiotics for my knee, after my last consultation I was also advised to use an anti septic scrub on my knee. The rationale behind this was that the scar tissue around the joint means that it can be a source of infection. The past year has shown that if it gets infected, I can get sick and then the knee gets a little worse, and a vicious circle is formed.
I eventually got round to picking the prescription up yesterday morning. I was somewhat shocked to be handed a sizeable bottle of what seemed to be industrial scrub. Upon reading the label I was shocked to discover that I had to avoid contact with my brain and my inner ear canal. I remain somewhat mystified as to how I myself could possibly get the stuff into contact with my brain. Further reading gave the impression that this stuff is mainly used in operating theatres.
Anyhow I have today bought a little squirty bottle to use rather than a big old plastic bottle, that makes it a lot easier to use in the shower. It is also bright red and if not washed off properly leaves big giant red swathes on your skin. If I knocked it over and someone saw the mess, they’d surely think that I’d murdered someone.
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