Well, the past 24 hours have been one step back. I’ll spare the gory details but I woke up concerned about something last night and went to the ER at 2 am. The triage nurses looked at my skin and told me they didn’t think it was infected so I should go home, continue to change my dressings, and call my doctor in the morning. I was home and back asleep by about 4! My doctor isn’t concerned and I’ll just see him next week in my regularly scheduled appointment (plus ANOTHER week of antibiotics). So even though it’s “good” news, as good as it can be given what’s happening, it’s been an exhausting day. Every time I think I’ve rounded the corner and am healing, my body does something weird.