Today's chapter - 13 - deals with skin sores. Ouch. That's me.
I'm not sure what the technical term is. The skin over my belly, which was cut twice for c-sections and once to remove a hernia, is stretched and prone to boils which erupt and then get infected.
To make it worse, I'm a hugger. I crave human contact. To imagine that I had to live in isolation, without physical contact. How . . . horrible.
I am grateful to live in an age where treatments are available and protective gear such as gloves and bandages prevent the spread of infection. I am thankful to live in a place where caring hands clean the boils and spread the medication over them.