I was sitting here thinking about fishing. Still can't get my ass out there. But I'm starting to get some use out of my left arm. I now type with a finger on each hand. Still can't hold a bottle, because when I have to turn my hand to take a drink. Too much pain. But the redness is slowing going away.
When you all go fishing, falling is not on your mind. It is something farthest from your mind. I usually watch where I put my feet. But this time I didn't. So now I have to pay the piper.
I was up on the upper Ruby where the Beaver ponds start. It was so low and clear I don't think that I will go back up there again this year. Besides it's 75 miles from home. What if I fall again. Once a klutz always a klutz. But It's all FUN.
Well I went and did it. I got a full blown infection in my left arm. Back to The ER so they could prod and poke at my arm. Which they did and had fun doing it. They opened it back up and the pus all came out. Then they washed the hell out of it and got more wood out of it. Then they did an Ultrasound on it. That thing is cool. They were not to sure but they hope they got all the junk out of my arm. If the infection doesn't clear up they might have to open up my arm to get all the shit out. Not looking forward to that.
Got some more horse pills to take.
So the moral to all of this is to watch where you plant your big feet when walking through the bushes and not get tangled up and fall down. It hurts to damn much.
At least it is your arm and not your wedding tackle.. I can just imagine you trying to explain to Ole Woman Jim that "No really! I was fishing.. It's not contagious and the doctor said it should be cleared up in a week!"
I will be convalescing along with you Jim. I go in for triple inguinal hernia surgery on Tues. Since they are basically eviscerating me, I am going to re-enact the ending scene from Braveheart right before they put me under.. "Freedom!"
Bingo, tho I describe that as "I'm not the ballerina I once was." Every step can be an adventure, but the important thing is to keep going. When I launch my float tube or toon, I now use it as a support aid & I use a staff religiously when conditions dictate.
A fly rod in one hand and the fly and tippet in the other as I walk from spot to spot. I don't have a third hand to hold a wading staff. Hell, I was on the bank. Where I was fishing at I didn't have to get my feet wet. I haven't had to get my feet wet unless I felt like cooling off. Beside they are beaver ponds, no need to wade. Where I fish at the ponds are about 10 feet wide and 50 feet long and three feet deep.
Not really. I've been to the ER twice now and I have to go back again tomorrow. My cut now has packing in it to help it heal. I can't get it wet at all. I had to take a bath tonight showers are out. Can't get the damn thing wet. Infection almost all cleaned out. Should be good to go after tomorrow. I hope. Getting tired of needles and getting my cut flushed out.