But I would kill someone in front of their own momma for a 10 speed

McDonalds, here is a big middle finger to you for having bathrooms that require a quarter to unlock and use. WTH?

Err and Ignignokt, do your thang!!

"There are worse things awaiting man than death."-Count Dracula

It's a metaphor if you couldn't figure it out.

Has my life devolved to this? Sitting, waiting, wishing? The "you" in this song is not some female I'm pining for, but rather the thing I want most right now, to be healed and whole.

Listen to the song thinking of it metaphorically and shed a tear with me:

The man who loves sugar is saved by it.

I was talking to a friend of mine, another doctor, and he deals quite a bit with non-healing wounds and he asked me how my health was. I filled him in on what was happening and the treatment so far. It was his opinion that my treatment was a little substandard and should be going a different direction.

After I pulled up my shirt and showed him my wounds he said, "You know you should treat that with sugar."

And then I asked, "What? Are you serious? Like sugar sugar? What do you mean?"

"Well I read it a long time ago when I was in med school and working in the library. I was just reading random publications and came across this study. And I've been using it in my practice ever since."

"So what do I do? Won't sugar feed my infection? Will it hurt?"

He then replied. "Take off your dressing, pull out your packing, get some regular table sugar and pour it into your wound. Cover it really well as the sugar will eventually melt and start to seep out. The sugar actually cuts of all the oxygen and its osmotic property draws all the fluid and pus out. And it doesn't hurt so far as I know."

Well then tonight I decided to start doing it! My CT scan this morning was equivocal for the source of my infection. The answer we thought it would give was not there at all. I am interested to know what the surgeon will plan as my course of treatment to deal with this infection. I'm also interested to know what he will think when he goes to look at my wound and its not filled with gauze packing but sugar!

And as you know I am not bashful on this blog I took pictures of the process for your enjoyment or disgust.

My 'wet to dry' gauze dressing
The wounds open with nothing in them
Pour some sugar on me!
Pack it in
The finished product before being covered with a dressing

So here I am, the man whose one weakness or primary food desire is now also his latest medicine. I did a little checking and they also have something called Medihoney that is for the treatment of wounds. Evidently this has been a homeopathic remedy for hundreds of years and is very popular in the veterinary world.

And though I hate this band, was sadly alive when this song came out it is appropriate for the comedic effect.

Local San Diego Man Loses Fight

Actually, I'm losing the fight with an infection at the moment. I hope I do eventually win though.

I have a nosocomial (hospital acquired) infection of some strain from the Enterobacter family. It has been expressing its self through two of my three recent surgical scars. Since the antibiotics aren't working they cut my scars open, to release what was inside them and determine the extent of my infection.

That did not totally clear up the issue. The source of where is is all coming from is unknown. I am getting a CAT scan tomorrow, Sunday, in the morning. Then I meet with the surgeons again Monday afternoon.

It could be them putting in some drain tubes. It could be surgery again, but only on the surface, not into my peritoneal cavity. But if the infection and pus is from really deep inside, then I'll have to be totally cut open again.

So yeah, I'm walking around with these two great gashes in me. Fun times!

You cut me! You really cut me?

My belly plus new scalpel equals 6" x 4" x3/4" thick dressing totally soaked with blood.

Most Evil

I just got home from watching the cartoon movie Tangled. I'd give it a 5/10 overall. It's no little mermaid or beauty and the beast. Definitely not Sleeping Beauty!!

But I'n not here to write about the film overall. What struck in particular was the nature of the antagonist, Mother Gothel. Originally she is portrayed as the typical selfish, loner, beauty obsessed witch.

Once she captures the baby princess and takes her to the tower we are presented with a mother and child dynamic not so easily detected as evil, wrong and horrible.

This is why I think this Gothel character is the most evil of all the Disney female villains. The play on the trust between parent and child, one being innocent and the other not so. The level of subtle deception, manipulation, emotional blackmail and abuse are at such a level I think a young child would have a hard time identifying her immediately as the "bad guy". Even listening to the little children in the theater at the time I went were expressing confusion to their parents on the issue.

Maybe I am a softie, or a romantic in the classical sense, but it hurt me inside to see such and insidiously evil portrayal. She preys on the child in every sense and denigrates her on all levels. It actually caused tears to well in my eyes and my throat to choke up a little bit.

I know it's entertainment and that in the real world there are many shades of gray and it is hardly black and white to whom is a good person and who is not. This character was evil on many levels and I was disappointed her demise was to simply "poof" and disappear after a fall from the tower. I like my evil to be destroyed.