Alright. So as you know I had to go on antibiotics..... they didn't help. Went back to the hospital today..... or I guess it was yesterday now..... on Wednesday. Anyway, went back because it was just too painful. Not anywhere near as painful as it was 3 years ago, but I wasn't going to let it get to that point. So Bree and I went to the hospital at 830am. I broke out into several short lived but severe panic attacks and was scared to death about having to get it lanced. (And just in case you're thinking, oh shut up, it's just a tiny nick with the scalpel and you're done.' Here's what happened the first time I had to get it lanced: http://see-who-iam.livejournal.com/21542.html
Panic attack worthy don't you think?)
So many times, I was ready to just turn around and be like "fuck this" and go home. I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to get it lanced (well, I did. But you know). I just wanted to go home....
So finally, I go in. (I had to be transferred from one hospital to another before the first one we went to wasn't equipped for what I needed to be done.) I go into the room, Bree needs to confirm my info at restration and then is told once I'm settled, she'll be called in to see me. Well, this didn't happened. The minutes go by and I start to get more and more panicky. Though I try myself hardest to stay calm. Bree finally had to go to a nurse and be like "Hey, My girlfriend is in there, probably out of her mind b/c I'm not there. When can I go in?" So they finally let her in to see me. I'm hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV drip with pain killers. I think it was close to an hour before she came in to see me. (No one called her in like they said they would) But the guy next to me was really funny to listen to, so I kept myself calm by listening to him talk to the nurses. BUt I still cried a few times cuz Bree wasn't there.
So.............. I lost my train of thought. lol
So then (I think) after another hour or so, they have to kick Bree out because they're ready to put me under. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention, I demanded to be put out b/c of what happened 3 years ago.
Anyway, They put this stuff in my IV that burned like a MoFo and then after the burning it was all kinda a blur. Apparently, I wasn't completely out when they injected the freezing in the abscess and cried bloody murder, but I don't remember doing that.
Next thing I remember is waking up and asking for Bree. "Can my girlfriend come in yet?" lol I think I actually asked for her twice, b/c the first time I wasn't if I actually said it or just thought I did. :-p
I do, however, remember asking if it was done. I think that was one of the first things I said. "Are we done?" Like I was surprised to discover that it was over. lol
So then After waking up a little more and fighting some nausea (I felt like I had been drinking for hours on end. At first I felt drunk but without the nausea and then the nausea hit. That was not fun. but anyway.) I was sent home. We go home at 330pm. I was at the hospital for the ENTIRE day. And, of course, I slept some more when I go home. I woke up about 2 hours ago. And now I'm going back to bed, Cuz I'm still sleepy.
And that's my story. lol