quarterinch's blog post - Chapter 3 sore leg

well, I put a plastic bag over my left hand and had the long awaited shower, God help us, there is nothing nicer for a man than to wash and fondle his crown jewels with a cake of hand made soap and some nice hot water, especially as it is chilling down to 6 deg celsius overnight; water turns to ice at about that temperature, at least it feels like it.
The Community Nurse came today and she was so good, it made me realise that even angels can be ugly, but she had a heart of gold and must haave picked me for having a very low threshold for pain, she was so gentle and easy on an old man. My wife appreciated it also as she gave her a chocolate biscuit with a cup of coffee; she wouldn't give her chocky biscuits to royalty! So the nurse is coming back tomorrow before sunrise, well almost, at 8am actually for my next 2 gram shot of antibiotic. I also had to drop the daks to show her that the swelling (in the vein) had gone down, I gave the old fella a couple of rubs just to impress her, but by the smirk on her face, I don't think she was too impressed. Ah well I only wanted her to put the fluid in, not take it out as well!