I really hate hospitals.
Yesterday, we had to go the emergency room again, Terry's pain (or whatever) has moved from his ankle up his leg and is now right below his knee. There is a large bump, red and excessively tender and the poor boy cannot walk without crutches. After waiting over three hours (it was a holiday . . .) they had to admit that they have no idea.
That said, the bump is quite large, red and angry looking and extremely hot to the touch.
So they think he might have an infection (but that is just a guess). They prescribed antibiotics, pain meds and some unwieldy knee brace, which covers most of his leg and keeps the leg immobilized.
Of course, he can't get his leg in the car with the brace on, so we have to undo the gazillion pieces of industrial strength velcro holding this monster on before he can get in the car. I'll interject here that this velcro is miles beyond what they sell in the stores (I think when this is over, I'm cutting up his prosthetic for the velcro).
And he is grumpy, because he hates being immobilized.
And I just want him to get better.