Happy National Dough-Nut Day!
Okay, I totally didn't mean to disappear. The deal is: Last Sunday, I noticed a tiny red mark on my calf. Tiny. Like an ingrown hair. Totally insignificant.
Monday, it looked a little irritated, so I put some triple antibiotic ointment on it and covered it with a Band-Aid so it wouldn't get irritated.
Tuesday morning, I woke up and discovered that my leg had pretty much blown up. Red, swollen, seriously ouchy, the works. Called the doctor. He diagnosed a staph infection, gave me antibiotics, and told me to come back in two days if it wasn't better. It didn't really get any worse, but I wasn't sure it was getting better, either, so I went back on Thursday. He agreed with me, and referred me to a surgeon for the next day (Friday) to have it "cleaned out". (Don't think about that too hard. It's pretty gross.)
The leg actually looked better on Friday but I went anyway, because it was definitely not the kind of thing I wanted to ignore. The nurse practitioner shot the leg full of lidocaine and actually cut out a small sliver of, um, meat. It turns out there wasn't actually a pocket; it was just sort of an infected sponge of . . . leg. I have to say, though: Lidocaine is amazing stuff. I could hardly tell it was my own leg they were dissecting.
We stopped at Texas Art Supply and I rewarded myself with a Schleich kitten trio for not freaking out at the surgeon's office:
This is so detailed, it even has an actual kitten underneath, not just a creepy flat surface:
They sent me home with pain meds and a wound-care routine, which made me super glad I used to be a veterinary assistant so stuffing antiseptic packing into open cuts doesn't freak me out too much. It also made me glad for Tramadol. My dog takes Tramadol for arthritis pain. Now I know why she's been in such a good mood lately. And why she sleeps so much.
I had orders to stay home and off the leg so it wouldn't swell up again.
Sunday, I got righteously sick. I don't know if it was the pain medication, the antibiotics, or something unrelated (like a touch of food poisoning) but the on-call doctor prescribed something else so I could at least take my medications. Two out of three meds caused drowsiness, so I pretty much slept for four days. Mom commented on how bright and clear my eyes are.
The nurse practitioner gave me an A+ for wound-care yesterday. I rewarded myself with Schleich arctic foxes:
I justify arctic fox-related items because they sort of look like my dog.
Today is my first day back. I still don't know what caused the abscess in the first place. Popular opinion votes for a brown recluse spider bite, but I'm not convinced it was serious enough to be that (unless it was a very small or very apathetic brown recluse). I will encourage you not to Google brown recluse bites for comparison: It will give you nightmares.
Also, I forgot to post this guy. Josef Originals large tiger cub (about eight inches long):