Or something like science, anyhow.

Well, the finger is still a super gross bloated zombie finger. The Keflex is obviously not doing jack shit. I will keep taking it as instructed, of course, because I am not a total moron and for all I know, without the Keflex, this shit would have eaten half my arm by now.

But clearly, it is not getting the job done. So I have to just wait till Tuesday morning till I see my GP again and he will have the results of the swab taken at the hospital by then, and therefore will, hopefully, be able to target the bug with the right antibiotic and I can begin to put this whole thing behind me at last.

Listening to the old guys with their catheter problems was really eye-opening for me. It really put things in perspective for me. I do not want to end up one of those people who are always in the hospital for one thing or another and never know a moment when there is something seriously wrong with them.

I do not want to be a sickly person. I do not want to become an invalid. I do not want to get to know all the people in the Emergency Room by their first names and know how many kids they have and their ages and names. I do not want to be sick all the god damned time.

But that is what I am facing as I go into the future unless I pay far closer attention to my health and specifically my diabetes.

I only got this finger infection because my blood sugar is way too high. I don’t know that for sure, but that is only because I have not tested my levels in like…. years. I have the little card that tells them my testing supplies are all paid for and everything. I could go get more tomorrow. But I have been lazy and negligent about it.

That shit has to end.

It’s already too late to escape the needle. Ever since they canceled the drug that actually worked on my blood sugars (Avandia) because of health warnings, no other drug has been available that could do the job, and I am betting my condition is only getting worse.

That means one thing : insulin injections are in my future. There is an outside chance that if I just clamp down on my diet firmly enough, I will be able to avoid the needle. But the damage is done.

I will likely ending up having to learn to inject myself. Yahoo.

Doctor Wong said I will likely lose the fingernail on the infected finger, and that when it comes back, it may look pretty weird. Regrown fingernails sometimes do. And while I really do not want that to happen, if it does, it will at least remind me constantly of what happens when I neglect my health and failed to take care of myself.

I have had coming up on two weeks of being sick, acutely sick, and I am probably going to have at least another week before this thing is cleared up. And I dearly want to go back to the land of the only chronically ill and stay there.

And that is going to cost me in effort, attention, focus, and dedication.

Historically, I hagve not been good at those. Hopefully this whole finger thing will make a nice deep impression and I will be able to develop new habits that stick, as opposed to before, where I lose dedication and focus once the novelty wears off and then I hit a serious retractive phase in my emotional cycle and I get the powerful urge to reduce complications because I just can;t COPE.

Oh, and here is your latest dose of Japanese robot nightmare fuel.

So when going into a new cycle of trying to actually take care of myself in ways that require more that just taking your pills on time. I am going to have to go in forearmed with the knowledge that it will be easy and even fun at first, but it will be the emotional low points, where I am down and desperate and can’t see the point of anything and just want to curl into a ball and unplug from the world, that are mostly likely to break the discipline needed to keep going on things.

Oh right. Some of my online friends think this drubk guy singing the entire Bohemian Rhapsody in the back of an RCMP car looks like me.

Me, I don’t see it.

And my cute Asian male nurse from the ER on Friday thought I looked like this guy.

Yo, dude, got a burger?

This one I can see, although honestly, I think that guy (Mikey from Orange County Choppers) is a lot better looking than me. I only wish I looked that good.

It is possible that my cute Asian male nurse was attracted to me and was hitting on me and or flirting. If so, cool. Some day, I hope to notice these things while they are actually happening.

Talk about esprit d’escalier.

So anyhow, zombie finger remains zombie finger, whcih means the dressing stays on at least until things scab over properly or something, It worries me, how little size it lost when drained. What the hell is the rest of the mass if not pus?

I shudder to think of it.

Final bit of science-adjacent fun : This elected official in the UK says his real mother is a nine foot green alien woman.

Funny that never came uo during the election campaign.

His story is quite detailed. Might just be an April Fool’s Day prank. Or, after a month in office, he has decided he hates the job and has chosen a highly colorful and unique way to commit political suicide. If so, bravo sir.

Hey, if you gotta go, go big.