The first time the doctor tried to drain the abscess out, he got nothing. I was already feeling stressed out looking at this curly-haired baby-face boy. I kept reading his tag over and over again which clearly stated he was a resident doc, i.e. a doc in training. I’m sure he did what he was supposed to do. He sprayed some numbing agent onto the affected area and he tried to use a syringe to try to drain it out. Regardless, it left me hurting and I didn’t want him trying again. He and the senior doc agreed to wait for an ENT to put me under.
Lots of waiting… lots of waiting… fast-forward.
The ENT sprayed that same numbing stuff on me as he told me that he was going to attempt draining the abscess. I panicked and I told him that the other doctors already tried to drain it. He said he knew but reassured me that he was the professional. I guess that made me feel a little better until he started injecting me with a local anesthetic, on top of the spray. Not just once, okay? This guy stabbed that sucker like five, six times. Ouch. And I thought that would be the most painful part. No. He cut it open with a scalpel (which hurt) but then he used this blunt-ass surgical clamp to squeeze it which was the WORST. OW. LIKE REALLY. It was the most painful thing I had ever had to experience in my entire life. Worse than Bali. Worse than a tattoo. Just REALLY BAD. I just sat there and cried and cried because it hurt so bad. It felt like I cried for an hour, just waiting for them to give me something, anything. But once they put me on it, I started feeling better with the morphine. I didn’t really like how woozy I felt but it was better than being in pain.
Lots of waiting… lots of waiting… they moved me onto a stretcher in the hallway…
Lots of waiting… lots of waiting… at 3am they were able to move me onto a bed in another hallway.
Got discharged the following morning and that’s pretty much it and I’ve been recovering since the minor procedure. It’s been rough because I’m not supposed to eat these antibiotics and painkillers on an empty stomach but most of the time, it just hurt way too much to even drink water, let alone get some food down. Catch-fucking-twenty-two. The day before yesterday, I was stupid enough to eat two Percocet tabs instead of one as instructed. (I was in a lot of pain, alright?) I got really dizzy, nauseous and ended up vomiting up everything I worked really hard to get down. I got a little too ahead of myself. I probably should have stayed home but I really wanted to be out and about again. I even booked barre that evening which I had to end up cancelling… It was a nice outing and I still feel guilty about dampening the mood… but I’m really fortunate that my friends were kind, patient, and took me home.
Today, I’m feeling much better and I think I can lay off the painkillers. I still don’t have much of an appetite but I’m sure it’ll come back to me soon.