@stanleybmanly: Yes. My husband. Weeping edema. He did not follow doctors’ orders (or listen to my reminders) and ended up with little splits in the skin of his legs that grew, blistered, broke, proliferated, and require extensive, meticulous care.
This is no time to be hanging around clinics, pharmacies, doctors’ offices, or medical supply houses, all of which I’ve done (repeatedly) in the past month, or trying to introduce sterile protocols into an ordinary household. Or having visiting home care nurses come in after visiting God knows where.
The task looks easy to the clinicians because they have supplies of everything right there in a dedicated environment and are spending them freely. It’s already prepped, and someone else will clean up later. They have training and experience. To me they say, “Just do this. It’s not hard.”
It’s a nightmare. We went through this for four months last fall and winter, before cv-19, and thought it was all over, but it isn’t. I have probably 40 different kinds of bandage in my house right now, each representing an effort to cope with changing conditions and none of them cheap. One change of dressing takes up to an hour and a half of intense, stressful focus and leaves me exhausted. And then I’m supposed to cook dinner.