Those pesky pressure sores

Me injecting iodine into the pressure sore
on C's foot

We'd hardly resumed C.'s hydrotherapy when a 10 month old pressure sore - presumed nearly healed - sprang back to life. It was her devoted caregiver, E., who decided it warranted another visit to the wounds clinic.

I, on the other hand, was certain that my squeezing the thing had returned it to the healing route.

Turns out I couldn't have been more wrong. The wound expert (she's the clinic nurse and the doctors take her advice!) determined that C. needs oral antibiotic and a switch to this novel bandaging protocol: You syringe some iodine into the wound before applying a patch of iodine-soaked mesh and finally, a gauze bandage. (I snapped myself doing it - the pic above.)

And this relentless wound has also robbed C. of her hydrotherapy session this week. Apparently it would be bad for the wound and bad for the other swimmers.

Now please wish me luck: for the coming week, C. and I will be home on our own - with E. during the day - while the Hubby is overseas. I'm already counting the hours till his return.

Here's a drawing based on a photo of a couple of weeks ago when C.'s nieces and nephews were all at our place. That's another one of her weird bandages on her arm.