Not that I can limbo – certainly not at the moment and looking back, I was never that flexible.
But here we are mid Feb 2012, in the middle of a course of Ciprofloxacin, hoping to clear up the infection around the scarred battlefield that is my left arse cheek. (History note: seven in-patient surgeries on the peri-anal fistulae in the past year – narrowly avoided full rectal removal since it appears there is nothing wrong with my rectum as such – now trying to get to the point where the docs can try me on Infliximab).
The good news – I can sit down, sort of, which is a better position than we have had for most of the past year. With three seton stitches in there and two still open shallow slashes, there is plenty still coming out. Yes – that’s good.
The bad news – apart from the unpleasantness of having a leaking arse cheek, I am still in pain and the fear is we get to the end of the Cipro next week and are still no further forward. Especially with this conundrum – the IBD nurses are looking for no infection to allow me to have Infliximab, but I’ve also been told that everyone has some sort of culture around the tail end.
So … where do we go from here?
That’s the limbo bit. No end in sight.
It would be nice to have a game plan …