I really don't like hospitals. There's something about the white walls that makes me uncomfortable. I refrain from touching anything for fear of catching some disease. Paranoid, I know but I just don't like hospitals. Thank God I've never been (and hopefully will not be) admitted to one. The only occassions I've been to hospitals were to visit sick friends. But last Sunday, I got a taste of what it's like to be a patient.
We have four dogs at home and the youngest ones, actually they're father and son, CJ and Cookie like to stay close with me whenever I'm home. And since CJ has been with me longer, he feels he deserve to have priority with my attention. Out of jealousy, he'd often snarl at Cookie whenever Cookie likes to cuddle up or sit on my lap. Last Sunday, we were watching a movie when my Dad came home with some sacks of rice for the store. CJ , Cookie and I were inside the house. Cookie, being the ignorant one, got scared on the bulky rice sacks and was stepping backwards toward where his dad, CJ was. A fight ensued but CJ had his leash on so he wasn't able to hold on to
Cookie and I, out of habit, tried to pull away CJ by grabbing his nape. He usually lets go of Cookie once I grab him and Cookie would just walk away. But that time, Cookie didn't walk away and instead kept on taunting his dad. So CJ reacted and bit my leg (instead of Cookie) which was between the two of them. I have a puncture wound on my right leg, behind the knee so we rushed to the ER at UST to get treatment.
Being my first time at the ER, I was pretty calm. Even as I made the call to Myke to tell him the news, I was still making jokes and was being sarcastic. He he.
My 'war wound'
The doctor at USTH said they wouldn't stitch up the wound as it is what they'd call "dirty wound" and closing it up might trigger infection. So my mom and I stayed there for a few hours, then I got my shots and went home. My mom was scolding me that I should have listened to her to be careful since soon-to-be weds are prone to accidents (she believes this pamahiin) while Myke was telling me that I shouldn't interfere on dog fights and should hit them so they'd stop. Well, I've never hit a dog and I don't intend to do it anytime soon. I just couldn't bear their cry and I can't imagine hitting my pet who'd I've been cuddling since they were pups and they've never hurt me.
Some jumbo sized meds
The next day (Monday), I reported for work and I didn't feel anything until in the afternoon when I feel the severe pain on my leg and I didn't notice the swelling (I was wearing slacks that day) til our doctor got a look at it. He gave me additional antibiotics and advise me to rest my limb if possible. The journey home was really painful since I was walking and standing (at the MRT) half of the time. Suffice to say, I stayed home Tuesday and Wednesday to recuperate.
I got back this morning since I was feeling better. The swelling was mostly gone except on the bitten area. I had my clearance but was advised for a follow-up consultation with the surgeon.
SLICE IT UP
The surgeon took a look at my leg and told me that there's pus in my wound. The sorrounding area of the bite was swollen but it was hard to the touch. He told me it's because of the pus and that he would have to incise it to drain it out. He forewarned me that it's gonna be painful since he can't use anesthesia as it wouldn't have any effect. I was scared. I've never been on an operating table EVER. I didn't have anyone with me and I felt like crying but I gathered my courage.
Well, it was painful but not to the extent that I'd be screaming inside the OR. I just laid there muttering "Ouch!", "Hooo, ang sakit", "Ssshh...." (I never got to finish the word. I don't want to cuss in front of the good doc :P). The actual skin incising didn't hurt as much (I felt the blade) as when the doctor was applying the antiseptic on the raw wound. Yeeouch! But, I still manage to get up and walk out of the OR without shedding a tear. I feel like such a bad a**. Ha ha!
I still have to go back tomorrow to see if the operation worked. I just want my wounds to heal quickly so I wouldn't have to wear a bandage when we have our e-session. Right now, I'm gonna get Myke to buy me some spaghetti since I've been craving for some. Ha ha!