Could It Get Any Worse?

It's official. It has been 1 month since my little tumble down that hill in Cloudcroft and I STILL have a hole in my leg. I'm frankly getting really tired of the wound AND blogging about it. Unfortunately, that is the first thing that people ask when they see me. "How's the leg?" So I feel it necessary to update everyone with these disgusting pictures. The Doctor says it's a beautiful wound, free of infection, and healing nicely. This picture tells a story though that is far more interesting than just the hole in my leg. When you click on the picture it gets HUGE on your computer screen. At that view, you will notice in the upper left corner how long my leg hairs are getting underneath the bandage that protects my wound. Now, anyone who knows me knows that my HEAD hair does not grow, and yet in one month I have managed to grow a 1/2 inch of hair on my leg. Does anyone see my frustration with this problem? This is SOOOO messed up! I should only have to deal with one defect at a time. Maybe I should grab a razor and take it to wound care with me. "Excuse me Doctor, do you mind if I shave while you have my leg undressed?" As always, when I feel frustrated, I go to scripture, take it totally out of context, and comfort myself. This is the verse that I found. Isaiah 7:20 (New International Version) "In that day the Lord will use a razor... to shave your head and the hair of your legs, and to take off your beards also." Beards? That must be yet to come. I know God takes pleasure in us but He must be rolling on the floor laughing at me!