Up until this morning I have been dealing w/ this cyst, which started as an innoculous looking bump on my right side...I thought no problem, I left it alone....Then I noticed it began to increase in size, becoming unbearingly sensitive then painful hindering my mobility and interrupting my daily routines, showering, sleeping etc.. til this morning when I couldnt even get out of bed,let alone tie my shoe..I said "Fuck this shit" and decided today was the day that I HAD to do something about this...
I ended up going to the Emergency Room @ B.W.M.C. Baltimore Washington Medical Center...the very place Jerry was hospitalized..TWICE this year.....
TWICE this summer is more like it, I was quite apprehensive at first but necessity took precedance over my pigheadedness...fortuntely.
While waiting in their waiting area anxiously awaiting how these guys were going to patch me up...many different scenarios came into mind....
1.biopsy (which means 'melon balling' the area (which was remarkably tender to the touch).
2.The (dreaded) NEEDLE...This nearly sealed the deal w/ me to the point where I almost didnt go..considered walking out too after further inspection of this torture device.
3.The possibility of being admitted...Imagine that Jerry in a Rehab Facility, and myself in a Hospital..I tell you , were a winning pair!
THEN......Out of nowhere , my roomate Wade gasped and said "Frank, Look AT HIM!!!!!!!!" We sat there slackjawed visually molesting...Ooops, I meant admiring this HOT R.N. cub who works in the E.R. He was quite a looker, and woofy as f*ck!
Oh yeah, his name is Mike :)
Alas, we get called back into a room in the E.R....Now Im not supersticious by any stretch of the imagination, but today is September 13.....so wouldnt it be fitting that MY ROOM would be ROOM 13?? Yeah...I was begining to enter a realm of panic, fear and desperation..Brought on by paranoia and supersticion
Isnt the number 13 bad luck or something??
Anyhoo...heres what I focused on the duration of the time I was being poked, prodded, and scalpeled w. this 50 yard long looking needle..
Normally, I dont freak out about needles in general, BUT the area this M.D. was poking around in had been literally tear inducing to the touch...Now theyre jamming me w/ needles?? WTF?
It really wasnt all THAT bad, Thanks to the Percosets, the end result ended up being that this cyst is a major abcess/infection w/ NO puss (at least not yet..I guess)but a TON of blood..they gave me couple of perscriptions for Percosets & an anti-biotic which the names escapes me...its one of those multi-syllabic anti-biotics...you get the picture;
*view from the stretcher, and me whacked out on Percosets....pretty!*
I need to keep this wound clean for the first 48 which means NO SHOWER...Ughh, BUT I go back for a 'wound check' in 2 days...maybe Ill see Mike there..WOOF!
