Wednesday night I got bit by something at work. The reason I know this is because I had a small pinprick type spot on my forearm and it was incredibly itchy. And, of course, I am such a genius, I scratched it. Thursday morning, when I was getting ready for work, I noticed that it had grown to the size of a small pimple. Not a big deal, I thought, soI put some Benedryl cream on it so I wouldn't scratch it any more and I went to work. By the time I got home Thursday night, I was all red and sore and had grown to about the size of a dime. Oh well, something got me, I'll hit the RediMed on the way home from work on Friday. That was a waste of time. It hadn't really gotten any larger, but it was extremely painful and it was very hot and red. The doc at the RediMed looked at it, gave me a prescription for some antibiotics and sent me on my way. $55 for the office visit, $95 for the pills. Fuck you very much too. Saturday was not too much different. Very painful and hot and I couldn't stand to have anyone or anything touch it. I had to roll my shirt sleeve up because it kept rubbing on it and that was almost excruciating. Saturday night, my mom tried to tell me that I needed to visit the ER, but being the cheapskate that I am, I blew her off. No insurance, barely scraping by as it is, I'd rather not incur a couple thousand dollars worth of hospital bills if I can prevent it. Besides, maybe it was just taking a couple days for the antibiotics to kick in. Sunday was pretty miserable. It was hotter than hell outside and my arm throbbed any how and it just kept getting worse as the day went on. I made it through the day and I had my mom look at it again before I went to bed and she freaked out. By this time, it had almost tripled in size, not to mention the huge area all around the actual sore that was also red and tender. There was also this huge egg shaped bump over it about the size of a quarter. And did I mention that it was starting to turn some really pretty shades of yellow (infection) and purple (dead skin tissue). All this time, it still continues to throb and ache and the heat coming off of it could have fried an egg. She tried to talk me into going to the ER right then and there and I resisted. Here again, the money factor.
Alright, so everyone gets ready for bed and I'm laying here thinking how nice it would be to have a couple vicodin right about then and the phone rings. It was my little Indian friend. We talked on the phone for a little while and he was asking me a bunch of questions about it and stuff and he kept telling me that he really thought I should take my mom's advice and go to the hospital. At this point, I'm so freaked out and in so much pain that I start crying, which only upsets him, because now he knows that I know he is right and I'm just being stubborn. Ok, ok, I give, I'll go...never mind the fact that it is 12:30 in the morning. He asked me if I wanted him to come with me and I told him no because it would be another half hour before he got to my house and by then I would have changed my mind. So I went...Alone.
They put an IV in me and made me sit there while they pumped me full of antibiotics for about 30 minutes and then they tried to lance it open, and nothing came out. Nothing at all. Not even blood. Ok, now I am really scared. That is totally not a good sign. They wrapped it up in gauze and left my IV in and clamped it off and wrapped it up too and sent me home with 6 vicodin and a prescription for 20 more (woo-hoo!) and told me to come back on Sunday evening for another dose of antibiotics through my IV and they wanted to look at it again. So, I go back in tonight and they pump the antibiotics through and try to scrape some shit out of this thing so they can do a culture and this time, they actually get blood but not without squeezing. If I hadn't been in extreme agony, I would have kicked him in the nuts. Mother fucker. He knew how bad it was hurting and he went and fucking squeezed it. Bastard. Anyhow, they swab the blood off and send it to the lab to run tests on it to make sure it isn't anything fatal.
They sent me home tonight with instructions to call the office of one of the surgeons at the hospital and make sure they understand the urgency of my getting in to see the doctor tomorrow.
So right now, I am suffering in pain, because if I take the vicodin too early, I won't be able to sleep all night long. I am actually getting ready to take them and crash out. I will keep you all posted on what happens tomorrow. I also have pictures for those of you morbid enough to want to see. It's pretty fucking gross.
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Did ya go to Whitley Co. or did ya go to Parkview Noble? (I have "friends" at Noble...my daddy, actually...) But if ya can save some of that Vicodin, we'll use it when Jonnie and Sandra get hitched!!
I went to Whitley. I live there, remember? My mom and sister work there too. Not K'ville. As for the vicodin...have only taken 3...besides the 4 that I stole from my sister's stash (she has bad toothaches).
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