medical: usually surgical removal of lacerated, devitalized or contaminated tissue
Today is a Snow Day for most of us in the United States. Temperatures range from 24 degrees F in San Antonio, TX to a balmy 50 degrees F in New York City, NY. Many are without power or experiencing rolling black outs. Pray for those without heat and in some places, water.
I am thankful to be warm. I have been wanting to write on the above title for about nine months. The timing just didn’t seem right. Well, today is the day. Here goes…
Last May, I experienced chronic back ache, pain and irritation for a few weeks. I was packing for an imminent move. The country was pretty much shut down due to coming to terms with how best to manage and mitigate the novel COVID-19 virus: SARS-CoV-2. While I had help from two people on two different days, I pretty much packed myself. It was safer for all concerned to do so.
Meanwhile, my back began aching. Chiropractic adjustments kept me moving through the packing process. Finally, the pain was overwhelming. I thought I had really wrenched my lower back. It was as hard as a rock to the touch. An emergent care facility agreed with my assessment. There I received a prescription for a muscle relaxer. Only those pesky muscles didn’t relax.
Finally, out of desperation, pain is a great motivator, I went to my primary care practioner. Initially, I was treated for a severe itchy rash and low back ache. A week later, I was back at the PCP’s office. This time, there was a Nurse Practioner shadowing him. She noted the red rash had whelps and was oozy. She noted the rash didn’t cross the mid-line of the body. I continued to express how painful, itchy and tender to the touch the affected area was. Her diagnosis? Shingles.
If you have ever had them, if feel your pain. If you have not, run don’t walk, to get the vaccine.
I began experiencing dramatic improvement when I was provided with the correct diagnosis and medication. Then, all progress toward healing stopped. Back to the PCP. More medication. Nothing.
Finally, it was determined there was a dead layer of skin over the wound which needed to be removed. The removal of this dead skin would allow for the healthy skin to breathe and therefore, heal. With eyes bulging, I asked if I would be put to sleep during this in-office procedure involving a sharp single blade object attached to a long handle being applied to my wound. No. Numbing spray would be applied. Half joking, I asked if anyone had a hammer I might use to for anesthesia purposes. Sometimes the medical community just doesn’t have a sense of humor. With that little procedure over, the healing process began again…and…halted…again.
Another in-office debridement did the trick. I continued applying Medihoney to the wound. It creates a sticky mess but works wonders.
Question: What are we carrying around that is no longer of use to us? What might be impeding the healing of the healthy tissue lying just below the surface of that is which no longer serving any purpose?
Be encouraged to seek out a friend, trusted advisor or counselor and do the work necessary to remove that which is decaying and therefore, hindering the flourishing of a vibrant and healthy life. Healing is a process and takes time. It is so worth it. You are so worth it!