This isn't at all what I meant to blog about this morning. This was going to be a post with crafty goodness, but sometimes life takes a darker turn.
Why are men so confounded stubborn? My DH is currently in Chapel Hill in surgery to scrape parts of his foot that he damaged. How? The numbskull wore a pair of strappy sandals (not the same kind that ladies wear. Puhlease.) without socks. All of the skin was abraded from his second toe, the big toe is missing a half-dollar size piece, and the other three have huge blisters. Unfortunately, the big lug has peripheral neuropathy and has little feeling in his feet, especially dangerous because he's diabetic. The last mishap took 3 months to heal - with nightly bandaging and trips to the wound center every other day. (I can now safely say that I can bandage almost anything.) Now this. We finally got him into our family doctor's office after calling daily for two days. He decided that George's foot was
burned, wrote it up as such, and sent him to the wound center with the admonition that he needed to tell them that it was a burn so Medicare wouldn't pitch a fuss. All the time we're telling the doctor that it was abrasion/friction from the sandals. All he had to do was look at the bleeping sandal on his other foot and he would have seen what we were saying, but
doctors know best, they know that we're idiots and don't listen to common sense. So Tiny (6'9" son) took him to the wound center, who promptly said that since his primary physician said it was a burn, then it must be a burn, and then told him he had to go to the emergency room in Chapel Hill and thence to the burn center. Mind you this is on Friday, and his foot was damaged on Monday. Well thank you for someone who would listen and use good judgement - the doctors in CH said yes, this is abrasion damage. BUT, and this is part that just absolutely p--s me off, infection is setting in and they think they see some gangrene. So he's in surgery this morning to repair damage that a. his bull headedness started and b. not being able to be seen by our primary until three days later exacerbated. I really think that it's time for us to look for another doctor. I do have to admit that I feel somewhat guilty for not making him call the podiatrist immediately instead of going along with his decision to call the primary. Or taking him to the emergency room. (Forget urgent care - that's a whole 'nother post.)
So here I sit, waiting for word as to whether he's OK, and scared that he won't come off so lucky this time. I do love the knuckle brain, and want him back home so I can take care of him.
Although I was born in SW Virginia, I was raised in the South Carolina lowcountry and am hoping to move back there when I retire. (Lord willing and the property values in this benighted county go back up.) The recent hurricane and the torrential downpours afterwards have wrecked havoc on both Carolinas, but especially our Southern neighbors. From the upstate region to the midlands (Columbia) to the lowcountry, they are hurting. Georgetown County, and particularly the small town of Andrews (where I grew up), is under water. Andrews has 16' of water in sections, roads are gone, houses are destroyed, lives are upside down. Last night CBS toured part of the town in boats, and had to duck down in several places to go
under electrical lines. My heart is so heavy for all of the people affected by this, but especially in what I consider to be my home town. But even in the midst of all of this destruction, there is an attitude of hope and a reliance on
faith - not just faith that things will improve and they will rebuild, but faith that our Creator will see them through. They share their faith, and they share their hope. They share what little they can salvage with each other, they help each other to escape the waters and get to safety, they share their shoulders and hands, and they share their hearts. There are no cries for FEMA to get in there and do it for them - they're doing it themselves. South Carolinians take care of themselves. If you want to help, you're more than welcome, but just know - with or without you, they're going to take care of business and come out stronger for it on the other end.
Keep all of them in your prayers, knucklehead
and South Carolina.
