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.
Okay, so today's therapy session did make me start thinking a little bit more about my family and childhood, which as I have said else where this week is something I want to not do for the time being. I want to just manage my grief for Lisa for now. So, I am engaging in some more art therapy tonight to distract myself, and thank you Patti for the idea for tonight's drawing distraction. zebra:...
If it stops this week that would be the best outcome and worst is only putting off the issue. Talk to attorney tomorrow and see what he knows, hopefully no more is what he tells me and a mere formality to appear and agree.