While cooking dinner tonight I realized that the raw ground beef smelled similar to the Stage IV pressure ulcer infected with MRSA that I just packed last week with like my whole hand inside someones back.
I know I am ranting off about this again. I am not a wound care nurse: I would never ever want to be. I am much fonder of surgical wounds: even infected surgical wounds as opposed to wounds related to bed bound patients unmoved for lengthy periods of time resulting in tissue death.
Maybe I am so perturbed because luckily in the 2 plus years I have been at this nursing life I have only encountered a few of these huge deep pressure ulcers. (whew)
Next time I will not do it alone.
Anyway I still ate my dinner.