I’m taking a quick break from studying Greek to write another update. Last time I wrote about my health, which was a few weeks ago I think, I said how although I did have an infection in my wound, I was taking antibiotics and it was getting better, and overall things were good. The wound is healthy and will hopefully start closing up soon. And that’s still true, healthy wound, still not closing up, but hopefully will since it looks “good” (to a doctor, not necessarily anyone else, its pretty gross to me). Anyway, that is still true, but more excitement has happened in the past 2 weeks. Last week I was really irritated around where the bandage is and was in a lot of pain. And then also noticed something else, I won’t go into detail, but to put it bluntly, 3 more abscesses. And each day the pain got worse and worse (much like back in December, that week before Christmas with the pilonidal cyst that caused the wound that I’m having so much trouble with now) and worse. You can ask Cory, I could barely walk, by the end of the day I would be bawling because of the pain. So after talking to Nurse Paul about it, we moved my appointment at the Wound Care Center from Friday morning to Thursday. And I went on Thursday, the wound looked good, but they couldn’t really do anything about the other stuff since it wasn’t a wound. So once I got back to school, went back to Nurse Paul, and he scheduled me an appointment that next morning with a local nurse practitioner.
So bright and early Friday morning, I got to the doctor’s office at 7:30 for my appointment. And let me just talk about this doctor’s office for a second. This clinic, right near the school, thankfully, is amazing. No joke, once you fill out your paperwork they give you a pager thing like at a restaurant. And they give you that because they have one area that is a neat play area for kids, they have another area like a reading room with tons of magazines and big comfy chairs (they also have wifi), and the craziest of all they have a movie theater where you can sit and watch the movie or show they are playing that day. Oh, and they also ask you if you want hot chocolate or coffee or water while you are waiting. It’s the way a waiting room should be! Anyway I just had to explain all that, but now for the not so fun stuff. I went back and met Cheryl, who knows Nurse Paul, and felt comforted immediately to have someone who was understanding and real and caring looking after me. After she “checked me out” (so to speak) she told me straight up what the deal was. She said I did have three infected abscesses (which I was prone to get since I had the pilonidal cyst) and they each need to be lanced. She told me the exact procedure, and then gave me a few moments by myself to decide whether I wanted to do it then and get it over with or wait and come back in a few days. Although I wanted to put it off, already knowing the pain of lancing, I decided to get it over with. Thankfully, Cory came to support me and wipe my tears away before the procedure. This was the same thing that I had done at the e.r. on Christmas, I know the pain and was terrified to have to go through it again, but not only once-3 times! The procedure took about an hour. First, I got a shot in my hip for pain and boy did that hurt. Honestly, it was bad. As she pushed the stuff into me I really didn’t know what to do, but I wasn’t expecting that kind of pain. Once that settled in, after about 20 minutes, she came back, Cory left and a nurse came in. She numbed each abscess twice, and those six numbing shots hurt like you can’t imagine. Then came the scalpel and then she drained each one and then bandaged me up. Sounds like fun, huh? Yup, not so much. I definitely was squeezing the one nurses hand so hard. I kept apologizing to her cause I thought I was hurting her (kind of ironic). Cheryl and the nurse were talking to me a bit and asking questions before hand, and probably realized that since I go to Union and am minoring in Christian studies, that I must be a Christian. And the coolest, most comforting thing of all, was the fact that at one point during the procedure, when the pain was just excrutiating and the screams thundering out of me and the tears were pouring out, Cheryl and this nurse began to pray, outloud, for me. It brought so much comfort and peace to me in that time. You don’t get that in most doctor’s offices. It was truly uplifting. So after enduring the procedure, and after resting a short while, Cory drove me back to school after being there for almost 6 hours. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I met Cheryl to change the packing and dress the wounds. She has been amazing, such an encouragement and blessing during this time. One of those days was her day off and she even met me at the clinic to help me. I’m on 2 antibiotics and hopefully will be fully healed from these things by the end of next week. The pain has definitely gone down and I’m walking pretty close to normal again
It was nice to have my dad here on Saturday! He drove up, and spent the day here with me, even though I couldn’t do much and honestly didn’t have the best attitude, and rested most of the day, he still came up and spent the day here and helped me and looked out for me. It was great to have him here. And I appreciated him coming up here for the day, so very much. It’s been a journey, a I can only imagine what lies ahead.
~Sarah