Good news: The nurse practitioner was very nice.
Bad news: I *had* a small cyst. It's gone. Problem is, the swelling from it has compressed all the skin/hair pores/follicles around it and they're now full of yuck and soreness and gross.
Good news: Topical meds only needed.
Bad news: I may as well give up wearing pants. Sreiously. The prescription is "warm saline compresses six times a day for three days with XYZ ointmnet after." Ummm.... there's no way to have a warm wet compress there while clothed fully. Seriously. My dignity? It's in a trash can somewhere.
And the final bad news: After 20 minutes with my leg in a very unhappy and exposing position? Oh, it's gonna take more than Tylenol. And I don't get anything but Tylenol.
Still.... Good news, after 2 weeks of increasingly hellish ouchies, another week should see it go bye-bye. If not, then I get the good stuff. WHatever that is.
Put this here bc.... sometimes we need to put it separately.
I was so tired that I fel asleep waiting for the NP to show up. .... *zzzzz* And skipped pain management therapy. Home to put on a compress, to decompress, and to figure out exactly how long it is till I can go to bed for the night!
Soft purrs to your evening/night.
I'am not a good writer so bear with me.I am in Mexico City at the moment. I meet a man from the US also who tells me he is in Mexico City trying to get his child back.He says his wife a Mexican lady took off to Mexico with the child left him with his grandparents and went back to the US alone taking the child's passport with her because she doesn't want the child anymore and that she was hittng...
i feel like a 2yr old with 30+ years of experience tacked on. not that it helps. its more like 30+ years of baggage.