This Is Sick
Thursday, August 6th, 2009No, for real. Avert your eyes if you have a weak stomach or don’t want to know way too much absolutely disgusting info about me.
Over a decade ago when I ended up needing surgery for an abscessed gland on my hoo-haw, the whole infection began with months of extreme fatigue, a reoccurring, painful lump on my crotch, diarrhea, back and spinal pain, and finally, an explosion of bloody puss. A couple days later, I had to have the ruptured gland removed.
Well, apparently my body decided to do a fast-forwarded version of the whole process this time. Within a month, all of those symptoms have hit again full-force, ending with the explosion this morning before I nearly collapsed from the agony in the shower while I feebly attempted to make sure all of the bloody puss had successfully escaped.
On a good note, this particular event isn’t nearly as bad as what happened last time. And I can walk and move around comfortably now that this thing is no longer putting pressure in the worst place possible. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it all heals up on its own. Quickly.
So if you’re wondering where the hell I am today, I’m lying in bed on a heating pad with a headache and crotch pain trying to will my body to be better now that the gland has attempted to commit suicide. I’ll also be downing a lethal dose of Vitamin C because I have dance lessons that need to be taught and I’m too stubborn and stupid to cancel them. And hey, I can walk better, so that must mean that dancing will be a breeze in comparison to what I’ve been dealing with all week.
And of course, I’ll be praying that any infection and swelling stays far, far away so that I don’t end up in the hospital while in Seattle this weekend.
Damn my pathetic, fucked up genes and body chemistry.
Current Mood:
Sickly