There was no help for it, I was wheeled everywhere in the transport chair. When my daughter had looked at it and barely touched it with a yelp from me, she said it looked like cellulitis to her. I scoffed at her but still had her to draw around the margins with a Sharpie to monitor size of it. If it wasn't better by Friday, I'd ask my neurologist before my Botox.
By Friday morning it was worse. Definite heat poured from the area. The redness reached down to my toes and to about three inches above the ankle into the calf, but the abscess was still the same size. By my appointment time, the pinkness and swelling areas reaching my mid-calf. I couldn't fasten two straps on my AFO on my old AFO. Remember, it's 3" too big. There was so much swelling that I couldn't put my shoe on.
Anyhow, the neurologist came in and looked at it. Ignoring my yelps of pain from me as he pressed and prodded it. He said it wouldn't interfere with the Botox, so he proceeded. He recommended going to an urgent care or hospital ER to have it drained and be put on antibiotics. Rather than waiting for hours in the ER, we opted for a soc in the box. It would be faster. There was one less than a mile away. It was also sponsored by my hospital of choice.The nurse practioner came in and examined me. She wanted to drain it and start me on antibiotics. She didn't think she'd get much out because while raised, it didn't feel too liquidity, but she'd try. We discussed a *caine drug first, or to go ahead and just do it. I opted for just doing it and getting it over with. Cold spray and a bit of pressure as the scalpel sliced the skin. It was done before a yelp could form on my lips. Then came the painful part, the squeezing to get the pus out.
"So much is coming out," she exclaimed. She'd changed position of her hands to squeeze more out. Then, "Oh!" My daughter who was helping hold my foot from jerking, "It got you."
The nurse practioner laughed, "It sure did, but we got it."
I was thinking the whole time she was talking that she was talking about pus (infection) was coming out, so I asked my daughter when the nurse practioner left the room to find a bandage, "How much pus did she pull from it?"
"About an 1/8th of a teaspoon onto her scrubs," my daughter answered. "It looked like the core came with it too."
"Then what was she talking about so much is coming out?"
"That was bloody tinged fluid."
The nurse practioner came back in. Keflex or Bactrim?
Most definitely Bactrim. Keflex gives me a nasty vaginitis as a side effect. It was called into my pharmacy. I was told to come back for a recheck in 3 days which we'll do.
I was sore and bruising, but none the worse for wear.
Saturday was a strange day of the feverish type. I went from hot to freezing in my 76℉ room still unable to bear weight on the leg. My old AFO held in place by my swollen leg even without straps. Now, it's evening and my temperature is 100℉ by my digital thermometer. I knew I hit 100 even before the thermometer reading because it felt like my eyeballs were boiling in their sockets. My daughter asked what I did in these cases because I'm allergic to analgesics. I sit in a tepid bath. I couldn't do that here because we have no bathtubs in this house. The shower it was. It brought my temperature down to 99℉ so I felt better and got out.
The redness was back to my mid-calf too. My daughter's diagnosis may have been right, after all. Cellulitis. Well, the Bactrim should take care of it. Sulfur was used quite effectively during WWII as an antibiotic. Unless the cellulitis is MRSA based. The next twenty-four hours will tell me a lot since the pus wasn't sent to a lab.
If the redness and swelling do not go down some, I'll be hitting the ER for a stronger antibiotic. The site of the incision is still oozing a little bit but trying to heal. I imagine there can be some fluid caught on a swab to be sent to the lab with little trouble. Especially since there is no new cyst like raising to be had. In the mean time, it's back to bed for me.
Nothing is impossible.
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