would you believe more baseball?

Some of you know that I gashed my leg last week, bumping it on an open dishwasher door in a kitchen meant for one not two. I besieged the nearby clinic, presenting myself when the doors opened, the staff working but no patients yet. I stated my need and I was told to go home and phone for an appointment.

NO!

I can’t, I said, and sat down.

The doctor came. Infected all right. Got a prescription for antibiotics, and came home.

Now I’m at the beginning of the fourth day (of seven) for the medication and the redness around the wound is starting to shrink. The pain has taken my mind off my usual sciatic pain—remember what I’ve said about distraction focus?

A Pollyanna comfort.

Pain is tiring though. I’ll probably sleep through 3 or 4 innings of the game.

Tomorrow is another day. I hope so.