Not really but my knee is significantly better looking now.
Perhaps some of you remember my complete and utter camping fail last Memorial Weekend. Can you recall the puncture wound on the knee? Well, unbeknownst to me at that time, there was wood actually lodged inside my knee. Over the last year, I have dug and squeezed to try to get it out. Somedays it wouldn’t hurt but others it bothered me. Every once in a while, it would break open and puss would leak out. Not to get too incredibly graphic, it was ugly.
I had nearly given up on getting the wood out myself and had even asked the doctor about it when I went to get checked for whatever it is that’s got me sick. He actually started laughing at me when I showed it to him and made me tell him again how I got it. Like a simple ‘i fell in the woods’ wasn’t a good enough explanation. He shook his head at me when I told him that it was almost the year anniversary of it’s lodging. I can’t say I blame him much. Anyways, he didn’t want to remove it while I was fighting my illness so he told me to schedule another appointment. The scheduling lady looked at me incredulously as she read the notes… “do you really have a foreign body you need removed?”. Uh… yeah. I could almost hear her imagination whirling away at the possibilities. I decided to skip this in person awkwardness and just call to make the appointment.
Then on Friday, I kept feeling like the wood was finally poking close to the skin. Could I get it out myself? I decided to give it one more try. I took nail clippers and cut a hole open. There it was! I felt like a prospector panning for gold. I had it!!!
The wood chunk that lived in my knee for about 335 days
Is it sad that I’m kind of sentimental about my wood chunk?