Jeff and Kallie

Actually I don't feel pretty, but a lot of the times I do feel witty and what I'm about to tell you really is gay (not that there's anything wrong with that).

So I finally went to the doctor for my mastitis on Tuesday. I'd been on antibiotics and they hadn't touched it. PLUS I spent a couple of hours on Tuesday night bawling my eyes out in pain. There's your sign. By the time we got in to see the doctor, I thought I was going to die if he touched it. Turns out I didn't, just cried a lot. He flinched a little when he saw it and was really sympathetic saying things like "that really looks like it hurts" and "I can't imagine". Yes it does, and no you can't. :) He told me he thought it would feel a lot better if he drained it, so he went and got a syringe and some numbing stuff (which I'm pretty sure was expired because it didn't work AT ALL). Anyway, don't read on if you have a weak tummy. He stuck the needle into the most tender and sore part...the part that is so red and swollen it's almost purple....which made me scream a little. It took him about 2 seconds to draw out 12 ccs of bloody, pussy 'fluid' - use your imagination on what that looked like. I tried to keep my eyes open plus, oh ya, I was bawling in pain. He was shocked that he got that much and sent Bev (his assistant...of course her name is Bev - it's perfect!) to get another syringe. He barely started filling up the 2nd when he said, "Bev, should have told you to get two...can you grab another?" He sent her out 2 more times after that. All together he got about 48 cc's of that crap out and THEN had to put a little pressure on the spot where he put the needle in. And that's when I really wanted to deck him. Good thing for both of us that he's such a nice guy.

Anyway, he sent me home with a prescription for a new antibiotic and Lortab for the pain. When I walked out of the exam room it must not have been hard to tell that I'd been sobbing because everyone that looked at me put on their sympathetic face and their quiet voice. They're so nice over there.

That night I felt great. Seriously. Jackson and I both slept for 10 hours straight - awesome. PLUS the doctor called me at like 8:30 at night to make sure I was okay. I told him I felt a million times better and he said good, and that now he'd be able to sleep. Nice guy, huh? It made me feel good that he cared that much.

BUT the saga continues. Around 11 am yesterday I started feeling some pressure in that area again, so we called the doc and I went back at 3:30 yesterday afternoon. I saw another doctor (since the first guy had gone out of town) and he was worried. He told me he wasn't going to do anything at that point, but that I should not try to 'tough it out'. I was to go home and if it got worse at all in the night, we were to go immediately to the ER to have the abscess surgically removed. Well, it's morning, so we didn't get to that point - at least I don't think we have. I'm on Lortab for crying out loud. :) I have another appointment this morning at 9:20, so we'll see what happens then and I'll update you.

For now, that's my adventure. Lucky lucky me that I'm one of the 3%-10% of women who get an abscess after they get mastitis. Anyway, lots of love to you all - we'll catch up later, I'm sure. :)

xoxo