Well over a month ago, I stupidly nicked my toe wound again—the right big toe—while trimming away callus. I never learn, it seems. The wound started bleeding, but only slowly, and only in small quantities. Sticking on a single bandage after cleaning the bleeding area was enough, and I could afford to forget about the wound for a few hours before the bleeding would soak through the bandage. Fast forward a bit, and I'm in the hospital. At least one of my meds is blood thinners (I'd been off my meds for a few months), and the nurses notice my bleeding. I tell them the wound's history and say that it's no big deal. But lately, it's starting to feel more like an annoyance than like an inconvenience every few hours: I now have to cover the wound with two bandages, and if I forget about my toe, there's a chance I'll leave blood spots on the floor, the way I used to a couple years back when the diabetic ulcer was far more serious. I'm confident the toe will re-heal eventually, but the blood thinners (which I'm still taking as anti-stroke meds) aren't helping. I've still got my Chinese burn cream (from my botched hospital visit a year ago) to stick on the wound as an ointment, I guess. Maybe I should start using it more often. In the cosmic scheme of things, a leaky toe isn't a big deal, but it's one more damn thing to be mindful of.
UPDATE: then it occurred to me: blood-stopper powder. I have some at work.
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