I got it! Another visit to the Doctor, oh joy.

I scored an ever elusive flu shot today! Woohoo! They have been harder to come by this year than they even were last year. Paula had to go to the doctor, and I called yesterday and asked if I could get a shot and they said they weren't sure, were out and were getting extremely limited amounts, but may get more and would add me to the "list." I made the trip in today with Paula, and they had a shot for a person who missed their appointment this morning so they gave their shot to me! Now that is Doctor Love! (Not like the song, for all you KISS fans) Of course, my doc is a female, as are the PA's and Nurses at the office, maybe this old fart still has some magic left in the trick bag after all!

Shit, I'm not kidding myself. I know they like me and probably feel sorry for me, which I hate, but what the hell, it got me the service I needed, and I have done flu shots since 1999 and don't remember the last bad flu I got. Of course, having said that, I might as well make a reservation at the hospital for Thanksgiving dinner, right?

Anyway, got some relief started for Paula's poor leg. I have been cleaning it with hydrogen peroxide twice a day for the last month, and it has seemed to get worse, not better. Well, come to find out, (to the doctor's HORROR) you shouldn't use peroxide after the FIRST CLEANING, as it actually eats away the new tissue (scab, etc) and keeps the wound OPEN. (Not to mention burns like fucking battery acid, as my lovely wife has gotten very familiar with recently. The doc asked what I had been doign for the wound and I was telling her and in mid sentence her eyes got BIG and she said "NOOOO!" like I was trying to kill Paula slowly or something. I wanted to DIE.

So as it turns out, Paula is getting some new meds and bandages, and they have ordered some new treatment that I can't even pronounce, and are referring her to a wound care specialist at Christ Hospital, a large regional hospital in Oak Lawn. I am sworn off peroxide, and felt like I needed to assure the doctor that I was not trying to harm my innocent little lady. She has had an awful month, and come to find out I have been going out of my way AND MAKING IT WORSE. It is my wonderful VanHorn luck. Just about everything I touch either brings me pain, makes me fat or loses value. Its an amazing life.

Oh joy.