I'd like to say that it is all better - and it is better, but it's not ALL better.
You would probably think I'd look up online to see what the progression of such an encounter would be like. You'd be wrong.
So the broad redness you saw in the original pictures (that's the hyperlink up above) pretty much had disappeared, along with all of the pain. What was left was what I would call the center of the trauma. The actual marks of the jellyfish's stingers / tentacles / death claws.........or whatever they're called.
Even Friday, at afterwork beers, the doctor I went with wanted to see them. I mean, I could show some - that were on my knees by hiking up my pant leg, but you know, the rest were........private. We discussed how good they looked and how much healing had gone on.
Saturday morning was a different story.
Song by: Arcade Fire