While I was pregnant with Clementine I noticed a ton of little changes on my body: the thicker hair(yes!!), the wider hips (boo!), the longer nails (YAY!) and one tiny little cyst that grew in my neck (huh?). It was itty bitty--the size of a lentil bean--but I pointed it out to my midwife and she gave the all-clear.
Fast forward to this spring. Dermatologist looks at my moles and lentil bean sized cyst. He also gives the all clear but says to call if anything changes.
And change that bugger did! Last Tuesday I woke up feeling like I'd been kicked in the throat. The lentil bean had at least doubled and it hurt like hell! Woke up Wednesday and it was worse; I had at least an almond in there and now it was purple and bruised looking.
I called the Dermatologist (who I will not name but plan to send angry letter to later) who wanted to see me immediately. Made an appointment for the following morning. But before I could even leave work on Wednesday, Dermatologist's nurse April (DAMN YOU APRIL!) called to tell me not to come in; they could already tell this was a slight infection and had called in some antibiotics. This made me bristle for two reasons:
1.) Why not see me? WHY APRIL???
2.) I am not a fan of antibiotics just for the sake of antibiotics
I should have raised hell right then and insisted on coming in, but I believed April's story and went along with it. I even started antibiotics that very night!
Fast forward to Mother's Day when this cyst was now the size of a mandarin orange, angry red and produced enough heat to warm the whole house. The antibiotics were making no difference and I was in excruciating pain.
Dermatologist reported that now they couldn't see me until mid/late-June. I called BS on that one and after some choice words Dr. begrudgingly booked an appointment for May 19th.
However, Monday I was in such extreme pain I drove my hot, red bumpy self to the hospital (Cam stayed home with Clem) where I spent most the night.
I had a CT scan (which I threw up inside, of course), half a dozen pokes to get an IV started, as much laughing gas as one nerdy teacher should ever have and a little procedure to get the cyst out and the gunk around it drained. The Doctors at the hospital said it was a good thing I didn't try to wait until the 19th for my Dermatologist's appointment--that this infection was looking for new areas to take over and was thisclose to getting under my breast plate into my chest. Phew! Close call!
The hospital sent me home at 1:00am and after a quick stop at the pharmacy, I was home in a percocet coma. Good times.
I've spent two days at home catching up on all the sleep I've lost in the last 18.5 months, reading and watching bits of movies. Tomorrow I'm going to see how working feels. Wish me luck!