I went back to see the infectious disease doctors yesterday.
There's not a lot they can do from the outside. They poke me and prod me and ask if it hurts, but that's about it.
I seem to be healing up pretty well. I have to take their word for it because I've never seen all the scars on my back, although I've been told they're impressive.
We keep doing blood tests, though we've learned in the last few weeks that they can be wildly inaccurate. But I guess it doesn't hurt to keep taking them.
And we decided I would stay on the antibiotic. I tolerate it pretty well, so there's no harm in continuing to take it.
So all in all, it was a pretty routine day at the doctor's office. No new crises. No new problems. We seem to have this infection pretty much under control.
It's the annoying cancer that causes all the problems.