Copper sounds promising, but doesn’t it also promote tumor cell growth?

Not only don’t I share clothes with anyone, I have my own closet and clothes racks. And we already buy Lysol Spray, so I might spray the comforter and sheets with the “fresh linen” scent. Bob thinks my derm is overreacting and that treatment should be topical rather than oral antibiotics. But now that I started them I should finish the whole course. Anyway, I’m not sure how amenable Chico’s Travelers and Zenergy stuff will be to hot water and hot dryers. Ditto my good bras and nightwear. Time to stock up on ugly oversized plain white tees and white cotton bras that don’t support me. Ugh.

As to the maggots, they are a rather time-honored remedy for diabetic skin ulcers. Eeeew, anyway. I’m not getting any suppuration or necrosis--just that the line of the incision and the suture marks are bright red. (But so did my knee replacement wounds after the staples came out). The only other redness is a mild allergic reaction to the adhesive on a waterproof bandage, and since it’s counterproductive to use a steroid onitment if i’m fighting an infection (and I’m temporarily d.c.-ing my Nasacort till this blows over), I switched to bandages for sensitive skin. The derm says I needn’t keep the dressing dry in the shower--the water will help the Hibiclens do its thing--so I can put away the Tegaderms for now. Tomorrow, I need to buy more of those sensitive-skin large bandages and a package of disposable gloves--clear foodservice ones are okay too.

On top of everything else, I lost my glasses today. En route home from my friend’s funeral, I stopped at Mariano’s to buy some groceries Whole Foods doesn’t carry. When heading out of the store, I pulled my shades out of their pocket on the side of my purse and replaced them with my glasses--or so I thought. Got home, took off my sunglasses, reached for my glasses....and.....empty pocket. Went out to the car with a flashlight--did they fall out of the purse? Nope. Called Mariano’s--nobody turned in a pair of glasses. By then I’m sure someone had run over them in the parking lot. I loved them--peach tortoise frames, Transitions and progressive lenses, not big and geeky like current fashion but still more fashionable than my plain rimless (which don’t cover up my dark circles and eye bags). I’d go to Lens Crafters, but our ophthalmologist down on the S.Side not only refracts more accurately but also has been keeping tabs on my cataracts for 10 years and can tell me if it’s time to get those fixed too. I know I need a much stronger reading prescription, since I have to enlarge the font on my screen; and I’m squinting my way through my “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” crossword book.