It’s The Waiting I Can’t Stand
My hip’s pretty messed up after Sunday’s fall, and I’m starting to get really impatient to be heading back out . . . for any kind of exercise.
On Monday I made the mistake of leaving the dressing off it to ‘help it dry out and speed up the healing’. Yeah, BIG mistake. By the end of the afternoon, my jeans had rubbed it enough that the pain was so bad that I could hardly see straight, and headed off to the chemists to see what they could offer. I got some sterile wound dressing pad things, and a spray on TCP ‘plaster’. The pharmacist assured me that this would be ideal, although it would sting a bit when I put it on.
All I can say is that I’m amazed at my self control - my daughter was sat next to me when I sprayed on the plaster, and all I said was, “Oooh, that stings quite a lot”. This ‘paster’ is basically some sort of latex-type stuff dissolved in something that smells like acetone - nail polish remover. Rubbing salt into open wounds has nothing on this.
So yesterday, even though my graze was now covered, I added some more protection by taping on a gauze pad. Just before I applied this, I remembered why ‘proper’ cyclists shave their legs. Can you guess which of these three is the right answer:
- It cuts down wind resistance
- It makes cleaning wounds, applying and subsequently removing dressings easier
- Because they like it.
That’s right, it’s
3 2. So I shaved around to make sure that removing the tape at the end of the day wouldn’t be too rough.
ANYWAY . . . this is starting to turn into a self-pitying gore-fest, so I’m going to stop here. I have another swimming lesson tomorrow, and I just hope that I’ve stopped leaking and can get into the pool without atracting too much attention.