Yesterday's Pdoc Appointment & Stuff

Since I didn't summarise yesterday's pdoc appointment during last night's post, I guess I should attempt to write about it tonight. Mind you, I don't really have a lot to write about regarding this appointment.

The pdoc and I did spend quite some time discussing my response to the change of appointment frequency. Because my mind is no better than a sieve, I can't really say exactly what was discussed. However, at one stage I remember telling the pdoc, "This isn't about you," to which he responded that it really was about the both of us. At that point, I began to feel like a self-centred bitch. I could even feel the emotion welling up inside me. It was probably the closest I've ever come to crying during a pdoc appointment, although thankfully I wasn't all that close to breaking down or anything.

It turns out my arm is infected, but not badly so. The pdoc gave me a prescription for a round of antibiotics as well as some cream to lather upon the wound at least once a day. I've got to keep it covered as well, although silly me didn't think to ask for how long. D'oh! Does anybody know how long superficial burns take to heal? The rotten thing is bloody sore and itchy though. I feel like bashing it up against a brick wall! I promise not to however.

The only other thing that I remember the pdoc mentioning was how he believes that I don't have much of a sense of self and that I tend to make fun of myself quite frequently. Bugger hey! It's not the first time he has said this though.

Anyway, I am back to weekly appointments again. Oops. The fortnightly appointments didn't last long, did they! Having said that though, the pdoc is going on holidays for a couple of weeks, so my next appointment isn't until towards the end of the month anyway.

Finally, the good news is that I didn't feel like ploughing into a road train or running off the road during my drive home after yesterday's appointment. That has got to be a good thing!