Just because The Engineer and I have been married for a year and a month now (or, as he will say, A year, three weeks and five days but whatever) doesn't mean the romance is gone from our relationship. We are still in that honeymoon phase. To wit. Last night, he called me from Dallas and we had a conversation something like this:
SH: My leg is oozing.
Me: Still? We took the stitches out on Sunday.
SH: The bandage is all grody and the stuff is getting on my pants. They'll need to be washed.
Me: Oh, yuck.
SH: And it stinks. I just smelled it.
Me: I knew I should have made you take more bandages.
SH: I'm poking it and it's hard.
Me: Is it pus? Or that clear stuff?
SH: It's not pus from an infection, but it's the stuff that comes out of a cyst -- kind of thick and yellow and nasty.
See? Romantic. Then, to cap off the evening and leave me with sweet dreams of my love, he sent me this email:
Well, I found a good deal: a box of five adhesive bandages with Neosporin already on the pads for $5.29 with a $2 coupon on the box. There is even a notation on the receipt that the expense is "FSA eligible." (I'll save the receipt for you in case you want to use it.)
The bad thing is that adhesive bandages are indeed unpleasant to wear on a hairy leg. I tried shaving a little bit of the hair and decided that thoroughly shaving the entire area would be too much trouble.
The wound is producing a large amount of smelly liquid (sebum). That wasn't happening yesterday, so I hope this is just a phase of the healing.