The lady doctor looked scared as she saw the wound, about the size of a one-peso coin, in my forearm near my left elbow. The swelling has spread up to my wrist and is slowly getting towards my ring finger.
“How long has this been?”
“About three days… The swelling started about three days ago.”
Then a barrage of questions came by.
“How about the wound? How did it start? When did it start?”
“About a week ago. Starting as a pimple, which I squeezed. It worsened since Thursday with the swelling…”
“Why did you have to wait for days before coming here. This one is very dangerous.”
“Have you had fever the past days?”
“Yes, Doc. Since Tuesday, and I’ve taken paracetamol for it.”
“You’ve developed bacterial infection and it has gotten far. Have you taken any antibiotics?”
“Ahmmm. Amoxicillin, I’ve taken a capsule last night and another one before coming here.”
“You know, you may lose your arm if you do not see a doctor at once when you have something that needs medical attention. Now, you need a debridement procedure.”
Then, I looked much more scared than the lady doctor was before.
I had the wound cleaned and then dressed. I declined and skipped the debridement procedure. I am not yet married. I don’t have a bride yet. But I want my bloodline to continue. And I will have my bride!