I'll share a little bit more about my "surgery" this weekend.
It was a big deal to me because it was the first time I've ever been in an ER with stuff hooked up to me, but I just had an abscess (am I spelling that right?), which is just basically an internal pimple.
I totally panicked because I felt a lump on my body and thought I was terminally ill! (And I'll admit that for one millisecond I thought about the law that says you can't divorce a dead person and that if I were to die of terminal cancer before 7/28, I would die still married to Mr. A - UGH! Just admitting what I thought in the moment, though I may edit this out later.)
Anyway, I went to urgent care and they diagnosed it as an abscess immediately. So the big scare was over.
The reason they wanted me to go to the ER, though, is because, had it burst inside of me, it would have made me really sick and miserable with a long recuperation period. So I was never in mortal danger, but they did want to get it "drained" (EEEWWWW!) in a controlled way.
The worst part about the whole thing was the painkillers because they made me hallucinate. In fact (I ain't lyin'!) I actually hallucinated that WH's despicable L was my doctor! Among other things that I can't remember... F*&%!
So going to work and playing golf after were no miraculous feats - though I thank you, NM, for giving me kudos! But I've actually nursed myself pretty tenderly. And I feel a ton better now that the stupid narcotic pain meds have worn off and the lump is GONE!
