Kell’s belles ping.
My father had osteomyelitis most of his life. We were told that it began from a leg injury when he was a young boy. He lived to be 72, and worked for over 50 years for the New York Central Railroad. He never missed a day of work despite having a chronic abscess on the under-part of his upper arm that continually drained. My mother would clean the wound with peroxide every night, then replace the gauze bandage. The open wound would close from time to time, then would eventually fester and open again not far from the last drainage spot. I never heard him complain once about pain or discomfort though I'm sure there was some. He was a hard worker, a good husband and father, and he's dearly missed as much today as when he died 33 years ago.