Day 3

I ditched the crutches on day 1. They're impossible to walk with, and I seem to have a problem with things that go in three steps. Mainly the walz and crutches, both of which I should be able to handle by the end of summer. Big, fat chance. They also made me a huge attraction at this house, and Joni had a good time shouting "Run, Forrest, run!" at me while I was trying to manage myself up the stairs. So I threw them at him away.

But today was a big day for me: shower day! And the way I have been smelling the last few days, it was probably a big day for the rest of the family too.

It took me a time to unravel my leg, because it has been bandaged so that it bears a striking resemblance to something I saw at the World Cup: the football. Minus the cool patterns of course. I had a lot of bandages, something resembling a couch-padding, dressings, some incredibly cool self-adhesive cellular bandage-plate-thing that had made all of my coagulated blood go superblack (or it might be because I am the spawn of... nevermind.) to go through until I finally got to see what the wounds were like. I have to say, by the looks if it, they did a goob job, but I was a little bummed out that they hadn't taken to my wish of giving me a lightning-shaped scar. I guess you can't have everything.

Showering was an anticipated event but a lot more complicated than usual. I'm not supposed to let the wounds get wet for 2 weeks, so by that time I'll probably make an excellent flamingo. As you probably know, iodine turns red when you was it away with soap. From your skin, that is, from your best white rug or sofa there's no point in even trying. Anyway, I knew this too due to one of my professions (duh), but had totally forgotten since I don't think I've ever used iodine to clean any wounds on myself in my entire life. So I had a nifty little pink science-hour at the same time!

The packing-up-the-leg-again didn't go so well. Having the attention span of a hummigbird, I had already forgotten I was supposed to wrap myself up. And I had to undo it after the first time because I used one of the metal hooks to keep the couch-padding in place while I wrapped the last layer of bandage. After doing it over and being quite content with the end result, fightin my way into socks and pants, I was just about to exit the guest-room when I noticed the unopened pack of gauze swabs on the table.

They were supposed to go in first.