What a Week!

Wow, I don't even know where to begin.  Last Monday, the day started like any other except I had two kids with low-grade fevers and pretty deep coughs so I sent kept home.  When I got back from taking the other kids, I took a shower (opted for no workout since kids were home) and then it was all I could do to sit on the couch. I decided to crawl  into bed and three hours later I woke up feeling miserably.  Thankfully, my sick kiddoes were good about just laying in bed and playing xbox.  I woke up with fever.  I ate nothing. I had no appetite.   And I even had chills. I was miserable.  The "pimple" on my neck was growing but I couldn't get it to "pop".

By Monday night, I was in a lot of pain.  I started taking Advil four at a time.  I was trying "horse salve" on the growth which I now knew was a boil.  I was in pain.  Tuesday morning came and thankfully, I only had one sick kid.  I took the big boys to school and had trouble with severe pain the whole way there.  I felt like I had to do lamaze breathing to keep from fainting  I was so nauseous.  I got home from taking the other kids and napped from 10-2.  By this time, I had been taking Advil like candy. Had continued to try the horse salve and had even resorted to cider vinegar.  I couldn't function.  I called John and begged him to get here as fast as he could.  I had no help.  I needed help.  Thankfully, he made it home by evening to come to my rescue.

On Wednesday, I woke up not feeling any better.  I knew I needed to get John back out on the road but couldn't bare to let him go.  Thankfully, he just left to run some errands and I desperately called the doctor.  By this time, I think all I had in my system was about 8oz. of sprite.  I went to the dr. at 2:00  The receptionist even cried when she saw the boil because she knew just how much pain I was in.  At this point, I was feeling very scared.  I had no idea what they were going to do to me.  The doctor looked at me and right away said it was "too big" for him to handle and sent me to a surgeon.

I was so scared. I was alone.  It was close to time to picking up my kids.  I couldn't reach John (he was loading unit).  I just continuously prayed for safety.  When I got to the surgeon's they made me sign my life away.  All these thoughts kept going through my head, the biggest "how am I gonna  pay for this?"  I was in SO much pain I didn't care.  The nurse looked at me and said I should probably go to the hospital but I begged her not to send me.  Thankfully, the surgeon looked and decided to do a procedure in his office.  He told me upfront it would hurt like hell and believe me, it did:(

The procedure itself took no more than 10 minutes but I was still alone. I was still scared.  Thankfully, the nurse held my hand and wiped my tears.  It hurt so bad.

I made it home with this HUGE bandage on my chest, antibiotics and still more advil.  Thankfully, my sister got a hold of my friend,, Jenny, and she brought my kids home.  So, here I was big bandage, feeling like poo and some hungry kiddoes:(  Thankfully, that's when John showed up with some pizzas:)

So, it's been three days since the procedure.  I do feel better but I don't feel my usual self.  My wound is absolutely disgusting.  I have pain but not like the beginning of the week.  Needless to say, my week of lunches with friends, laundry and low-key hanging out didn't go anything like expected.  I did sneek in a sub job very late Friday afternoon but I was with the kids all of 20 min.  It was the easiest job ever...lol

I am thankful to the friends who checked on me and are still checking on me today:) It means so much because I spent a lot of time feeling very alone and shedding a lot of tears.

Now, I just pray this ordeal is over and I can heal.