At what cost?

As if I don’t feel bad enough with an infected shattered leg attached to my body, there’s another kink in the line that’s driving me nuts.

Properly treating this injury creates so much goddamn trash that I’m starting to wonder if my leg is worth the debt I’m developing with mother earth. Literally, we fill an entire mid size trash bag with dirty gauze, wraps, gloves, plastic wrappers, tubes, bags, wipes, bottles, and needle free syringes. It’s disgusting. Almost as disgusting as the fowl smell that’s developing in the sweaty ass removable cast that I wear all day long. We’ve sprayed it down a couple of times, but the power of Micah stench is slowly winning the war.

But I digress. I understand the need for sanitation in matters such as health and medical treatment, but there’s got to be a better way. I know that one time use items make for almost 100% certainty in terms of cleanliness, but one has to believe that certain items might be created in some reusable fashion where their sanitized and properly stored for later use. Maybe this drops the certainty level by a percentage point, but that almost seems worth it.

I get to thinking. I make one bag of trash a day. How much shit does one hospital throw in a landfill everyday? How the hell do they off load all of it? It’s sort of mind boggling in that very depressing sort of way.