Went to the VA yesterday, where the doctor was pleased with the progress of the leg ulcers, not so pleased that the antibiotics had been under-supplied. He had the medical students apply a Profore dressing to the still-draining right leg wound (which made for an annoying drive home) and expedited the issue of the replacement antibiotics, so now I have two weeks' worth of Clindamycin, which I'm supposed to gobble every six hours. Considering how hard this stuff was kicking my butt when I was only taking nine a day, I'm not looking forward to feeling how this is going to go when I'm taking twelve a day. Good thing I restocked on cheese, bananas, and toilet paper (with P's help) yesterday. Also finally received my VA sunglasses, just in time for the overcast to return for the weekend. :V
In other news, the Angels hung on to defeat the hated Yankees last night. At least half my enjoyment came from the game day thread in SAS. Squirm, Yankee fans, squirm! :D
Speaking of the antibiotics, it's about that time. I believe it's called "breakfast".