I got a phone call this morning from the hospital. When I answered the phone and heard "Hello Allison, this is Dr. I-Forget-Her-Name, from the Toronto General Hospital, how are you?," I let out an audible "uh nooo" as a response. No doctor calls on a Saturday to chat about the weather. She laughed at my reaction and then proceeded to tell me that the results of the wound swab have returned and it is indeed infected.
Thankfully, she felt confident that it could be treated with an oral antibiotic so I didn't have to rush into emerg for an IV. However, Isaiah did have to walk up to the hospital to pick up my new prescription before their pharmacy closed. Just like he did yesterday for another prescription. I tried to be helpful and offered to sit in the car if he wanted to drive but he opted to walk instead. We both can't wait until I get the approval to drive again.
So, two weeks of a new antibiotic and hopefully that will get rid of this nonsense. I do imagine that this means they'll want the dressing changed daily so we're going to have to figure out how to deal with the wound without gagging.