Friday, August 14, 2009

I saw Dr. Z today. He ended up cutting off the dead skin around the triangular-shaped wound under my arm. I didn't feel any pain but I could feel the scissors snipping away. It was a strange icky feeling. There was blood but I didn't know that until he took the bandages to throw away.

He gave me another three days' worth of antibiotics (total of 10) and also a prescription for an antibiotic cream that I'm supposed to smear on the area twice a day and cover with a gauze. It's a huge tub of cream. Hope I get my money's worth. He said to me "This will end". I said "You promise?" The nurse replied "We don't make promises". Arrgh. I have another appointment next Friday. He should just put me on his schedule automatically.

BDHA and MFD and Kristin (friend of MFD) are hosting a hash on Sunday. To be exact, the Pittsburgh Hash House Harriers (http://www.pgh-h3.com/). It's an international beer drinking club with a running problem. The "hare" lays the trail using flour. They mark false trails and the real trail. The others (harriers) try to follow the trail and not get lost or go too long on the false trail. They have a beer stop every mile or so. Then there is an "apres" party at the host's house or a designated bar. This time it's at our house. They do this all over Pittsburgh at least once a week. They also do it on full moons and holidays. Many of the members are professionals (lawyers, doctors) and they do this to blow off steam. You have to earn your nickname. BDHA is Mr. Balltapper, MFD is Gooey Decimal and Kristin is Hot Soxx. I have no desire to join this group. I just make sure there's enough food when it's our turn. All I have to do is make an eggplant pasta dish. The rest is up to the other three.

Hopefully Mr. Whacko will take this in stride. He's funny in that he barks all mean at the first 4-5 people who come in but after that he either loses interest or that there are so many people (30-40) that he loses track of who is new. He also suffers from doggy dementia. The people will come in between 2-2:30 and then leave to run the trail. They'll come back a few hours later and he'll have forgotten they were there before and will start all over again. He even does that when we have guests. He'll leave the room and when he comes back in, he runs at them, barking "Where the heck did you come from?!" even though they hadn't moved off the couch and he was out of the room less than 5 minutes.

Below is a picture of Mr. Whacko being my best buddy when BDHA is out of town. Otherwise, I don't exist.