I wanted to go to bed early....

I had planned on going to bed early. But clearly that didn't happen.

I've really been falling off the wagon in terms of keeping up my blog recently... so here's my excuse:

Last Saturday (June 13) after my shower I had William take me to the ER. I had a very painful lump on my lower back (just above my butt crack to be exact... i know lovely right). It was making my toes tingly and really the pain was just unbearable. The very nice ER doc stuck a needle in it and swirled it up for me. Now that's not a technical term. Basically she tried to use Lidocaine and her needle to aspirate ("squeeze the heck out of") this-what she termed- abscess. She was unsucessful. Lame. Now not only was I in pain, but I was in MORE PAIN. She wrote me an rx for pain killers and what I later found out were weak weak WEAK antibiotics. Thanks nice ER doc.

So after a few pain killers I was driven back to Dallas on Sunday by my friend's Anne and Christine. Monday morning I got up and drove myself to practicum. Bad. Idea. I barely made it home. I cried the entire time I was on the freeway. I had made an appointment that morning to go to my General Practitioner to see what his take on this "abscess" was. Megan very kindly offered to drive me so that I could again drug myself. Needless to say the GP was a very short appointment. He took one look at it and said "mmmm, ouch, yea... umm... you are going to need to see a surgeon... I wouldn't touch that with a 10ft. pole". Thanks. Really. That's exactly the kind of encouragement I needed.

Fast forward to Tuesday. I got an appointment with the surgeon. And after a night of horrible fever and pain I was ready to have my lower body amputated. And while I was prepared for that, I was not prepared when the surgeon jumped me with a scalpel and began to "drain" the pilonidal cyst that was hugely infected on my back. When the scapel first hit my back I heard this huge "pssshhhhhh" noise, like when a coke can is opened, except it was coming from MY BACK! Then I smelled the wonderful smell that is pussy infection (sorry if I'm grossing you out). And then right about then was when my head went fuzzy and I feel sure my eyes were rolling back in my head. I said "I'm going to pass out". The doctor was like... "oh you are doing great". 45 minutes later when I could finally walk, he decides to tell me that normally he does that in outpatient surgery, but that I looked tough enough to take it. Again... THANKS. That again was exactly the kind of encouragement I needed.

I thought that was the worst... boy was I wrong. I spent the next four days in bed. My mom came into town... and boy was I glad she did. Oh and did I forget to mention that Lucy got sick in the middle of this all? Yea while doped up on painkillers I spent $170 on her at the vet. Great.

So if all of you thought that was the end of my horrible story. Wait. There's more. William switched spots with my mom on Thursday so she could go back to work. He took me to the doctor where I found out that I need major surgery to get this thing taken off my back for good. (Look up pilonidal disease). On the way home from the doctor his care broke down.

Okay while there is a whole story about William's car, I'm too tired. So I will save that bit of depressing posting for tomorrow!