Well, the demon growth on my inner thigh has officially been eradicated. It was pretty much what I suspected. An ingrown hair follicle had become infected and was irritated even more by my cycling shorts, thereby growing into non-human proportions. I’ll spare the photos and the details, but let’s just say I could’ve used a Civil Engineer for the drainage system that was needed! (sorry, Jill). I’m a comedian. I’m supposed to cross the line. I knew it was bad when he asked the nurse for a 4 x 4.
“Um, isn’t that a plank of wood?” I asked.
I actually got a Doctor to chuckle.
He admired my sense of humor as he stuck needles in places where needles should never go.
I admired his ability to stick needles in places where needles should never go.
I got some pain meds (hallelujah) and antibiotics. I was also told to sit in warm bath water a couple of times a day. You don’t have to ask any woman twice to do that! He didn’t say anything about candles or bubblebath though…damn.
It also means mandatory rest for at least a week. No running, biking or swimming. (trying not to let the panic attack set in). No complaints here. I’m heading to Colorado on Friday night for my annual “Girls Getaway” to Crested Butte. We did have some hiking and moutain biking planned so I’ll just see how I feel. If nothing else, I’ll finally finish some books I’ve been trying to get through!