Yep... the infection got worse over the weekend. I went back to the doctor because I was having pains all over. The pain spread into the sides of my abdomen. This new pain hit at lunchtime on Monday. I couldn't bear it. I sat down to recollect myself. Mike's boys were concerned. The youngest, Robert, asked where my 'green pills' were. They were actually blue pills that appear green through the brown pill bottle. Robert asked about those pills the other day and I told him I was not feeling well and those pills are supposed to make me feel better. I was going to take my 'green pill' after lunch that day. The antibiotics were not strong enough to make the infection go away. I called my doctor to ask what I should do. She asked me to come in to be evaluated. I went in... she said that the infection has gotten worse. Thus, we had to drain those pus pockets she discovered on Monday. She started to drain a small pus pocket but the procedure was extremely painful. First, injections with local anesthesia (yes down there) then cut open then drain. She felt that the pain was too much for me and she told me to go to the ER to get pain medication and stronger anesthesia. Agh.
At the ER, they wanted to do CT scan with contrast. I was like ugh. Mike was unhappy that I have had a lot of CT scans. While Mike ran home to collect his youngest from the neighbor's home and feed the boys dinner, I decided to research online about CT scans. I learn that doctors are too quick to order CT scans. I do feel that way with Dr. Jewell. As much as I love her, she always orders a CT scan if I have this pain or issue. Can we diagnose the pain without the CT scan? I wonder. I decided to refuse the CT scan. I got injected with morphine that sent me to a happy, happy land. After getting the doctor evaluation, they decided that the large pus pocket had to be drained. The morphine definitely helped me get through the draining. Having Mike there holding my hand helped so much. I am surprised I didn't break his fingers. They still had to inject local anesthesia several times and then cut a 1.5 cm incision and drained whatever they could get out. The wound remains open today to allow for maximum drainage, although upon Mike's examination it is closing fast. I was sent home with pain medication and told to continue the antibiotics, rest as much as possible, not to swim for two weeks, and not to drive for a week or until I'm done with the pain medication.
My internal medicine doctor asked to see me on Wednesday afternoon for a follow-up. Mike was out of town for a job. A friend drove me to the doctor's office. She examined the area and we both agreed that the ER did not finish draining out one large pocket. She also found a new small pus pocket. She hopes that the antibiotics will help kill all the infection. We'll see.
I really do not want any more infections. I want to heal. I want my life back. I want to be active again. I don't like dampening the boys' excitement when I tell them I cannot ride a bike with them or can't go swimming with them. It sucks. Mike and I were thinking of family activities and we find that there's not much I can do until this infection passes. Onward. That's all I can do. Just move forward and hope for the best.
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