I Have Pressure Sores On My Bony Arse
I recently suffered a five-day bout of severe migraine headaches, during which I was bed-bound for most of the time, able to leave it only to crawl to the toilet to vomit.
And, because I am unable to lie on my side due to a neck injury that required a double discectomy and a cervical fusion, I had no choice but to lie on my back for days on end. As a result –and because my gluteus maximus muscles are so emaciated- I developed a group of pressure sores, or bed-sores, at the base of my spine.
There is so little muscle there –and absolutely no fat- that the bony processes of my sacrum press hard against my mattress, and they have worn away my skin in several places. Mine is indeed a sorry arse.
With the aid of a mirror, I can see half a dozen places where my skin has worn right through, exposing the thin covering of flesh beneath.
It is most uncomfortable to sit or to lie, and only the softest silky boxer shorts are remotely tolerable. Denim and even cotton are unthinkably scratchy, scraping the tops off the scabs that formed and making the sores bleed and weep lymph, which sticks to the fabric as it dries.
When she examined me, my doctor was surprised, advising that I apply an antiseptic balm, to ward off infection, and to cover the sores in band-aids, to provide a modicum of padding. But the sores persist, a lingering pain in the arse!
And, because I am unable to lie on my side due to a neck injury that required a double discectomy and a cervical fusion, I had no choice but to lie on my back for days on end. As a result –and because my gluteus maximus muscles are so emaciated- I developed a group of pressure sores, or bed-sores, at the ba
There is so little muscle there –and absolutely no fat- that the bony processes of my sacrum press hard against my mattress, and they have worn away my skin in several places. Mine is indeed a sorry arse.
With the aid of a mirror, I can see half a dozen places where my skin has worn right through, exposing the thin covering of flesh beneath.
It is most uncomfortable to sit or to lie, and only the softest silky boxer shorts are remotely tolerable. Denim and even cotton are unthinkably scratchy, scraping the tops off the scabs that formed and making the sores bleed and weep lymph, which sticks to the fabric as it dries.
When she examined me, my doctor was surprised, advising that I apply an antiseptic balm, to ward off infection, and to cover the sores in band-aids, to provide a modicum of padding. But the sores persist, a lingering pain in the arse!
By:
amberdextrous
Age:
51-55
,
Male
