A Difficult Day

Today was a day from hell. Despite a night of little sleep due to breast pain, I woke up at 2:00 am to take Liev for the remainder of the night. Twenty minutes into my shift, I felt very unwell and achy–still no fever. Alarmed, I woke up Egor to finish my shift. I felt terrible. At dawn, I’d call Gretta Granola for an appointment. I’d also reschedule Liev’s two-month shots today since Egor did not want to miss work to take him. Dr. Settles would not reschedule me, and Gretta said she’d see me at 2:00.

I made Liev’s appointment with E in attendance. We were stuck watching a video on immunizations, and I asked the nurse to skip it so we could make my 2:00 appointment with Gretta. It was a last-minute circus since Liev was fussy/crying after his shots, and E wanted to take him straight home, and I needed to go straight to my appointment since I was miserable. I wound up meeting Mom in the parking lot. We raced across town to dash into the doctor’s office at 2:01, only to find that Gretta had called. She was delayed in traffic.

When I showed her my poor swollen breast, she gasped and called the doctor who immediately wrote a prescription for strong antibiotics and a slip for an ultrasound at the hospital (the ultrasound will rule out a condition called a galactocele). I also received a prescription for yet another breast ointment, and the doctor dismissed my primary physician’s concerns over being allergic to Liev’s saliva.  When I went to the hospital for my ultrasound, I spent an hour struggling with the medical staff over scheduling concerns. One simply doesn’t request a walk-in for a breast ultrasound. After much aggravation and four phone calls to the doctor’s office, they scheduled me for an appointment first thing tomorrow–much better than late Wednesday afternoon!

I’ve spent the balance of the afternoon distracting myself on google, looking up “galactocele,” and praying that I don’t have to go in for surgery to have my breast drained. Surgery horrifies me, especially since I squick out easily. I’d have to hire someone to care for my healing wound, I swear! Fortunately, surgery is uncommon, and I haven’t had a fever so that it might go away with antibiotics.  I do curse myself for not calling Gretta on Friday. I thought this would go away with heating pads and massage.


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