I get a few days in a row off work, and figure I can catch up on everything, and life tries to throw me a curve ball again.
But hey, I didn’t break anything this time!
Sunday morning I bumped my left big toe on something, and it hurt way more than it should have. I mean sure, stubbing your toe hurts like hell, but I hadn’t stubbed it, I’d just bumped the outside edge of it. Kick off the crocs I wear for slopping around the house and look at my toe, and there’s a big mess of puss and ooze over half of my toenail. EEWWWWW.
Go clean off my toe, can’t find where it came from, trim back my toenail a bit, and a push on the outside of the toe (right where I bumped it) produces more ooze. Yuck. Soak both feet in a hot water and epsom salt bath for ~10 minutes, dry them off, and pack the spot with neosporin.
And try to figure out how the hell I managed this one. Only other time I’ve seen an infection like this was when I was 16 and I got a badly infected ingrown toenail on the big toe of my other foot. They ended up having to remove part of that toenail to deal with it. But this time I don’t have an ingrown toenail. And it didn’t hurt at all till I bumped it. And it stopped hurting as long as I wasn’t poking at it.
Went to work as usual Monday, but by the time I got home the toe was sore, a visual check showed that it wasn’t getting any better. Yay. Get an appointment to see the doctor Tuesday. Not my regular doc, but at least it wasn’t urgent care. I don’t have to work again till Saturday, which sucks paycheck wise, but means that I can mostly keep off my feet. Doc looks at it, says “hey, ingrown toenail!” And I say “well that’s what it looks like but its not ingrown!”. He prescribed me an antibiotic and gives me a referral to a podiatrist. Yay.
Wasn’t till I was at the pharmacy picking it up that the name of the antibiotic rang a bell. It’s the same one that made me puke back in January. But hey, that reaction was probably the result of the surgery…..right?
Yah. Not so much. Wednesday morning I was calling the doctor’s office back to inform them that Keflex and I don’t get along and if they want me to continue taking it they’re going to have to give me an anti-nausea med. Which they did. Spent Wednesday half nauseous half grumpy about the taste the anti-nausea meds leave in my mouth, and hurting from a sore neck from somehow sleeping wrong. Grump.
Spent today making bread and still feeling grumpy. The anti-nausea meds make it possible to keep things down, but my stomach still isn’t thrilled with life. And the anti-nausea meds still leave a nasty taste in my mouth. And the podiatrist doesn’t have an opening till the end of Oct. Depending on what happens after my week on antibiotics I might see if they can find me another podiatrist who can get me in sooner. Yay.
Dear Life, I guess you didn’t hear me when I told you I was done with this whole doctor thing. Seriously, I’m DONE with the whole DOCTOR THING!