I wish I could lie to all of you and say I am feeling fine. Even better, I wish I could be saying those words and have truth behind them. The *real* truth, though, as I see it is this:
1. The hospital staff should have stepped up, processed some extra paperwork, and sent me home with IV antibiotics. Since this didn’t happen (I blame the ID Department), I am currently taking one oral antibiotic that is definitely strong – but seemingly ineffective in addressing my possibly-MRSA-staph-infection.
2. The good news is that I don’t have fevers right now. I brought a thermometer to my work conference in Tucson and have been checking multiple times per day.
3. The bad news is that there’s really no more good news. My right breast area is still reddish-purple, inflamed, and hot to the touch. I’m still leaking fluid by the area that has now been stitched up thrice. I still feel shooting pains in that region, to the point where I can’t get to my hotel room fast enough to down some Percocets … and I don’t even *like* pain meds.
4. When Lori from Hyperbarics emailed Dr. Walsh a picture of what my infection looked like on Friday, Dr. Walsh was trying to get Lori to convince me to readmit myself back into the hospital. Apparently, she wasn’t even aware I had checked out the day before. I refused. And now that it’s been a few days, I am starting to get a little nervous about what Dr. Walsh’s reaction will be tomorrow … ‘cuz truth be told, even when drained down to a sad set of A cups, these titties ain’t lookin’ so hot…and the girl sportin’ them ain’t feeling so hot herself.