A couple years ago Scott was playing ball. He slid into second and got a nasty graze on his calf. Three days later the graze had doubled in size, was infected and gross. Scott could barely walk because as it turned out he had cellulitis, an infection of his fat and needed antibiotics to nip it in the bud and make sure he didn’t go septic.
Yesterday Scott was playing ball and once again he slid into second and got a nasty graze on his calf. In exactly the same place. He woke up this morning sore and limpy, so this year we didn’t waste any time waiting and seeing. He nipped to the doctor’s office at lunch time and got some meds to fix him up.
Impressive bandage, huh?