G had an infection last week that looked a bit like a red somewhat angry patch of skin (nowhere intimate I might add!). Antibiotics were prescribed (twelve per day) and painkillers were taken. Improvements were not apparent.
On Wednesday, my mum took G to A&E to get it looked at. A few hours later, G was being operated on under general anaesthetic and, somewhat suprisingly, was discharged that evening.
G then had to go to the GP to get the dressings changed. The first time was today. This was the first time it became totally apparent what had been done. A somewhat deep wound had been packed with material to prevent the wound from healing wrongly. G thought it was likely a magicians trick was being performed pulling all this "stuffing" out. An excruciatingly painful magicians trick, which caused tears to cascade down G's face.
The wound was then cleaned and repacked. G will have to go through the same process again every couple of days. The next appointment is on Monday, but if the dressing doesn't last, we'll have to go to A&E.
It has to be said that G is milking it and is using me as a personal slave. I've even had to cook dinner. I feel very hard done by.