What a metaphor the good General’s wound is for our times.  He was  wounded in battles and could never let it go! He became a morbid curiousity – a hero but more by keeping the wound going than by a deed well done.

There is a danger in wounds we enjoy too much. JWS

Wounded in the left side at Malvern Hill in 1862 during the Civil War, he was left for dead on the battlefield. His relatives back home in Syracuse, New York, were given the bad news, and his funeral was preached. But Barnum had endured–to be captured, sent to Libby Prison, and exchanged. His wound never healed, however, and Dr. John K. Lattimer of the College of Physicians and Surgeons at Columbia University, who sent us this picture, thinks he knows why…

“Major General Barnum was obviously a well-fed general,” he writes, “with a lucky layer of extra fat under his skin …. The bullet that struck him in the left front of his abdomen obviously ran around his body outside the tough muscle layers … exiting in the rear. The skin grew down into each end of the bullet tract, the way it does when a woman’s ears are pierced. By running a ramrod through the wound it was kept open.” Despite this considerable handicap, Barnum returned to the front, receiving a bullet in the right forearm at Lookout Mountain and another in the right side at Peach Tree Creek. Somehow he survived them all, and lived on, dressing his original wound three or four times a day, until his death in 1892-from pneumonia.

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But why keep the wound open? Fear of the patient developing a pocketed infection, I would wager. But I woudn’t put it past sheer, gleeful morbidity, and that intense drive that many humans have to pick and pick and pick at open wounds. Nothing beats the agonizing peel of a sunburn, as my third-grade class could attest.

I recall a brief vogue for covering one’s hand in Elmer’s glue, allowing it to dry to a rubbery but not yet crispy consistency, and then peeling it away from the palm. This produced that delightful sunburn feeling without the cancer. The goal, of course, was to achieve a full palm peel, the results of which eventually crumbled into flakes.

This same urge I can easily see applying to chronic wounds. Just one more skewer, keep it open just a little longer…

Had a dream just before awakening this morning. It was now and 36 years ago at the same time.  I saw people I had not seen since and yet we were the same age and our age now.

It is like meeting yourself coming and going.