Well, when health starts to fail life can be a real pain in the ass. I don't feel like creating anything, like DOING anything.
It started on Wednesday, the 15th. In the evening I felt pain in my left calf and I've thought it was a bruise or something. It turned out to be a pimple... But not a simple one. I knew it from the past - it was a furuncle in early state, in the other words a staph infection of a hair follicle. I thought "well, nothing big, I'll get over it". Oh God I was wrong.
I went to see a doctor on Saturday and he told me to treat the furuncle with ichtyhol ointment and when the furuncle will be in a final state I should see a surgeon to cut it and drain it.
That wasn't a good move. I'll tell why later. Anyway, I wasn't able to walk on Monday. My boyfriend took me to a surgeon on Tuesday thinking it is finally ready to be cut. The procedure was really painful, the furuncle has grown really big. Surgeon told me that ichtyhol was a terrible treatment - it sped the process of inflamation but also pushed it deeper and caused the giant size of it. He prescribed me antibiotics for staph bacteria and told me to see him in the next day. Eventually I had to visit surgeon every day to control the wound from furuncle. It's big and deep to a MUSCLE... The necrosis of surronding tissue was another reason for the wound to be controlled that often.
So for now I'm lying in bed with a hole in my calf, feeling down and tired of all that commotion.
I wanted to let it out, sorry for the rant and all these details...
I hope you're better than me.
Sending you hugs...
Listening to: Silent buzz of fridge
Reading: Balkan Ghosts
Watching: my screen