After reading the comments from my medical friends (Nurse Maureen) and non (facebook people had a lot to say about this, too) and then googling "post-excision infection" and finding nothing but "Call your doctor!" I was not inclined to take The Engineer's suppurating wound lightly. When he called me a few hours ago to tell me it was still stinky and oozing, I told him I was calling Doctor B for him, even though I could tell he (SH) was rolling his eyes.
So I called Doctor B and spoke to the nurse, who told me SH needed to be seen.
I called the insurance company to find an urgent care center near his hotel. (No, not the emergency room because this is Not An Emergency.)
Then I called SH and told him where to go.
I'm BUSY! he said.
I don't HAVE TIME FOR THIS! he said.
It's NOT THAT BAD! he told me.
Well. I don't know. Then he said, "If one of the cats had an infection, would you take it to the vet?"
NO. We have discussed end of life issues for the cats and I maintain that the way we are going to handle anything outrageously expensive (ie, more than a few hundred dollars) is to give the cat a cigarette and a blindfold. I know some people spend thousands of dollars on their pets and that's fine but that's not our (mostly my) choice.
So. I agreed that I would not take the cat in for something like this, but when we got off the phone, I realized that a husband is a lot harder to replace than a cat.