I'm contemplating my navel. It's infected. This happens from time to time. Every couple years. It always clears up with a little dab of Neosporin. This time, though, it came back with a vengance. So, being the hypochondriac that I am, I'm certain it's MRSA and I will die from it. Just called doc to make an appointment and they said they had not one, but three appointments this afternoon. That worries me. I love her, but why is she so available? I'm sure I'll still have to wait three frickin' hours...
Doesn't matter. I probably need an antibiotic. Which is harder to get than morphine these days. If it's MRSA, I could be hospitalized. Which would be a good excuse to blow off client deadlines and responsibility for The Daddler. Maybe I could score some good pain meds, too. Gotta work this COBRA.
Am I supposed to clean my innie? I never had this problem before some idiot quack did laproscopic surgery there. Unfortunately, the statute of limitations has run out.
Ok, gotta run. Need to shower before I head to doc. Still sweaty from my run. I'll pack a bag, just in case...
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My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...
WaterPik make an otic attachment (for flushing years of wax build up from the ear) for use with its tooth and gum pressure washer, which could probably be used for flushing the gunk out of your navel, perhaps everytime you brush your teeth. Remember, a clean navel is a happy navel!
ReplyDeleteIt's really quite simple:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.wikihow.com/Clean-Your-Belly-Button
Golly, I had no idea there was a proper way to clean a belly button. A special spray for it, too. My poor, neglected navel. What did we do before WikiHow?
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tip about the WaterPik, Dude. Are there any other special attachments for it? Sounds like it could be life changing!