The story of my “infection”.
Saturday morning three weeks ago I woke up and said to Dorsey, “I think I have broken my toe.”
As per standard “Real Man” operating procedure I ignored it that day. The next day, Sunday, it was red, warm and it hurt a lot so I went to the emergency room. They took X-rays and said, “it isn’t broken, it’s infected.” I was sent home, told to keep the foot elevated and prescribed oral antibiotics. Continue reading The Infection That Wasn’t