The good news: the wound is closing fast (well, depends on how you define fast, the thing started in April so… (Yes, I am that patient)). The cost: all my muscles are so effing tends you could build a skyscraper on my back pain. Not really surprising, though, after having spent more than half a year 22 hours a day in bed in a not exactly back friendly position.
Who cares! The thing is closing, that's the important part.
Ceterum censeo Donaldum Trumpfum esse abrogatum.