I've been wearing the same underwear for three days, but at least my hair looks good. Not that it's clean.
Why this phantasmagoria of poor hygiene? I'm back in the hospital, of course! My foot went septic again one week ago, which necessitated surgical cleaning (twice, under general anesthesia). We've been kicking it hospital-style ever since.
It hasn't been so bad; friends have stopped by, and Adam has been here all week. What with all the frustration, nausea, and discomfort, it's sort of like the crappiest vacation you've ever taken. Hopefully, we're going home tomorrow. At rush hour, but we'll take what we can get.
