I Might Need To See The Doctor

For about 2 months now, I have been treating an injury that I expect to have healed by now. I have been going to the clinic for a while now, getting my head cleaned and dressed. I have also been given antibiotics and vitamin C to take, but it seems the injury is stubborn.

This is the longest period that I have held a wound since October 25th. I remember writing about it in my post here. Feel free to check out the post if you care to know what happened to me.

I had been visiting a clinic at school for this dressing, and since I was going home for Christmas, I had to look for another hospital close to my place to get the wound dressed. When I got to the new hospital and after they checked the wound, the nurse asked what happened, and I explained the whole situation. The next thing was to ask if I had seen a doctor, and I said no; I have just been dressing it since then.

She said it seems there is something like a growth on my head, like another piece of flesh growing out of the wound on the surface of my head, which is why I may need to see the doctor. So after she cleaned and dressed the wound, she asked me to keep taking my vitamin C and come back on Monday, which is Christmas day, so that they could check the wound and see if there would be any improvement on it.

Presently, I am tired of carrying bandages on my head and people asking what happened to me and narrating the story of what happened. It gets really annoying, and at the same time, having to see me look at me with pity.

Talking about the pity looks, when I got home, my 5-year-old niece came to me, saying, Uncle, what happened to your head? Why is your head like this? The eye she was using to look at me showed that she was so worried, and she kept asking me the question through the night and also trying to touch my head.

I had to tell her what happened because she would not let me rest until I told her, and even after I told her, she did not stop disturbing me with "let me see your head." I had to tell her a lie: if she touched my head, the injury would transfer to her head, and they would have to bandage her own head too.

As she heard this, she left me immediately, and I started begging her to touch my head, but she was running away with fear that her head would be like mine.

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I would have uploaded the pictures of my head without the bandages, but they are kind of disturbing. Hopefully, I get better before entering the new year.

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