Then it all went to shit.
Day after birthday - Saturday...it started to be really uncomfortable when sitting down.
Sunday...getting worse.
Monday - B took me to Dr...[external] yeast infection? On my butt? WTF? OK, Yay...NOT. Then he took me to the pharmacy (Fine, I'll take the damn pill and use the creams) and back home. (Made up for not having anything waiting for me from B when I got home on my birthday??? Mostly.)
Tuesday - still fucking miserable and then more fun started...I couldn't goddamn pee without...straining is the best word I have for it.
Wednesday - back to Dr. office. J took me (best big brother ever, again.) and hello red ass. Different Dr. (Not resident, real Dr.) says...whoa! Fever over a 102 and area really hard and red. She sent me to hospital.
Hospital
Nurses ...PCA's ...most are angels. The experience is ...humbling. I had to set aside pride BIG time. The word dignity was thought of a lot during this whole hospital experience.
...later that night...Ultrasound. Yes, pretty sure...abscess.
Thursday - Surgery. On my ass. Surreal experience...being "put under" and then waking up and going...WTF? Hole (aka the Wound) in ass deep enough to hold a golf ball (was told that by one of the nurses.)
(Um, Thursday or Friday, I'm sorry I can't remember!) R, K & E came for visit. That was totally awesome. I love them so much!!!
Saturday - Sent home even though still couldn't pee.
Sunday - N (another angel and I'll talk more about her later) came over and changed the bandage for me!)
and later that night...one too many times straining to pee...EXPLOSION of discharge (blood and infection (it has a form?)) ...back to ER (thanks again J!) and again a fever. They got me on a bed to wait on pretty quick after seeing how much I was leaking!) and then oh that fun ER visit ...
This was a whole 'nother experience.
- I could finally pee without straining,
- Dr. who came over from my clinic was told "you have the most beautiful eyes" (and she did, OMG did she ever!)
- Massage. Would I like a massage during this next hospital stay? Are you fucking kidding me? Yes please.
So now...another 3 days of IV's ...but this time around heavy doses of antibiotics, blood pressure checks, bandage changes ...again with a bunch of angels (nurses and PCA's). Another 3 days of asking relative strangers to help me wipe after using the toilet and help me shower. But oh those massages. Her name was Missy. And I got a 45 minute massage 3 days in a row!!!! I truly believe that contributed greatly to the healing that was finally starting.
No visitors this time around. But that was mostly for the best because even though I managed 2 showers, I was feeling ...gross.
Wednesday - home again. Home sweet home. This time around...just keeping wound "bandaged" ....hello surgical pants and Depends!
and it's now like 3 1/2 weeks later and I went to work yesterday (Friday) for the first time in 5 weeks. It was only a 1/2 day but it was enough.
Thankfully Monday is Labor Day and that means a paid day off and slightly shorter work week.
And now, here I am, with a long weekend where I will continue to take it easy and take painkillers and some more antibiotics.
Do I want to talk about the fact that I've only seen B once during this whole ordeal? Do I want to talk about the fact that 4 1/2 of those weeks were unpaid and now I'm fucked financially again? Do I want to talk about how bored I've been being stuck at home, missing out on pedicures, hair appointments, wedding showers and a date with R, K & E? Do I want to talk about how dirty my apartment has gotten?
Not really.
Instead, I'll just have to express so much gratitude for the love, friendship and support I was shown by family, bosses and co-workers and friends.
Especially N. She's been so fucking awesome. Changing a bandage for me when I needed it (and for being willing to do it again if necessary); checking the Wound when I was nervous about it (I did mention she's a former nurse right?) because I can't really see it; bringing me smoothies, food/groceries, cards and money (from a collection they took up at work.) and spending time with me. Her visits and having company kept me from going insane. And all of that while she's got already so much shit going on in her life outside of working full-time and raising 3 girls.
I've really got so much to be grateful for. In no certain order:
- Netflix/Hulu Plus. I've now binge watched "Melissa and Joey" (3 seasons!) and "Arrow" (2 seasons) plus a shitload of episodes of "Chopped". Plus a shitload of movies, most of which I've seen before.
- My brother and his willingness to take me to Dr. appointments without complaint.
- That I still have a job.
- For a source for "happy"
- For my new phone and my kindle. Spending time in bed not so fun w/out something to do.
- For being at a lesser weight than before...even if it hasn't lasted.
- Coborn's Delivers. 'Nuff said.
