One of the joys of clinic is that you never know who is going to step through the door. What you will see next. And Tuesday was just such a day. I had stepped out of clinic and saw a teenage boy sitting outside with a towel covering his hand. I asked one of our nursing assistants to get him inside & make him a file. By the time I came back inside, his hand was uncovered & his file made. I was able to really look at his hand for the first time. And his hand was huge. HUGE. Clearly he had a large pocket of pus inside the palm of his hand. But it looked different, oddly shaped, & unusually large. So I cleaned the outside and proceeded to open the swollen part with a needle. At first there was only a little bit of blood. And then pus- OH PUS. The most pus I have ever drained out of anything in a single visit. Easily 50 ml of pus. And my poor patient, he was such a champ.
His hand is so much smaller and healing beautifully. And this teenage boy is hilarious. He sits and jokes with me as I drain his wound & change his bandage. Sometimes friends come from pus filled hands.
|Bieber's continued presence in our house.|
"A Christian is one who points at Christ and says, 'I can't prove a thing, but there's something about his eyes and his voice. There's something about the way he carries his head, his hands, the way he carries his cross- the way he carries me.'"