Trip To The Doctor [Warning - Gore]

   So. Today was interesting... So a few days ago (I think it may have been Friday or Saturday) I started experiencing some pain kind of above my tail bone area. It stared off as being a rough patch of skin, that was enflammed and stiff(kind of like how when you get hit really hard by something, and it leave a bit of a hard spot for a while). Well, I didn't really think anything of it, and just thought I'd wait for it to go away just as it came.... Well. About a day or two later, it started getting really painful, and I noticed a lump... Still being me, I didn't put much thought into it, and just kept waiting for it to go away... Well. By today, I haven't really slept for about 3 days because the pain kept constantly waking me up... I was still wanting to wait it out, essentially, I wanted to play chicken with it... You know, have a battle of wills... I figured, if I toughed it out long enough, that it would have to go away! (this logic made sense to me...) But. Then I had called my mom. I kind of had enough of the severe pain constantly, so I told her about it. And she told me to go to the hospital and get it checked right away...

     Well, I didn't end up going to the hospital until about, 4:15pm. I waited about 45 minutes for a nurse to see me to consult me on why I was there. She took my blood pressure (then left for 15 minutes halfway through it) and then took my temperature... Turned out I had a fever. (I assume a somewhat high one seeing as she asked if I had chills or shakes or anything like that.)(also, I had taken 500mg of Tylenol about an hour before I went and got checked, so for me to still have a fever...) And here I was wondering why I was all sweaty for... Anyways, she then told me to go sit down, and that I would be called on after a bit of a wait. Well, about 45 minutes again, a male nurse had called my name, and brought me to another waiting room, and then maybe a minute later, called on me again, and directed me to my examination room... It was about 30 minutes before the doctor came, and he already knew what was wrong with me when he came in the room based on what I described.... I had an abscessed cyst. (oh joy!..) I already knew what this entailed.... Sharp pointy things touching my currently most sensitive spot on my body... (Oh, did I mention how it was also a couple inches above my tail bone in my butt crack? Yeah, how dignifying....) So. I lay there in my gown, with my butt half exposed. He tells me he needs to freeze the area and then cut it open in order to express it... I immediately asked if it would hurt... He said "It will feel a lot better once I'm done" This was an immediate red flag that told me, "Brace yourself... This is going to hurt!"... He came back with a disposable kit of some stuff. And, I couldn't even look at what it all was. I was terrified. I just kept my face down and my eyes closed... Then the needle came... (for those of you who don't know, I'm scared of needles and don't deal well with them.) It was weird, (and painful) feeling him stick the needle in, and put it deeper, a deeper in order to freeze it... Then came the cut, and I could feel liquid spill out of it (half a cup of brown-ish pus) And a fowl rotting/infected flesh smell wafted through the room. He originally wanted to pack the open wound, but I told him it was really sore and he was trying to get the last bits of it out, and because he didn't want to hurt me (or keep hurting me) he gave me dressings and paper tape so that I can basically just let the rest of it seep out. He then gave me a prescription for T3's and anti-biotics and told me that I should be good in about two weeks. So yay! I feel loads better already! (having half a cup of liquefied tissue in a quarter-loonie sized lump mean a lot of pressure! And I hate to imagine how deep it is! omg...)

     I think I really should have listened to everyone sooner when they were all telling me to go see a doctor. I would have saved myself a lot of pain. I also learned, that sometimes, I can't just wait it out and expect everything to just go away. Also, my fever seemed to have broke shortly after my cyst was drained. I really need to learn to not ignore severe pain and fevers... I think I've learned my lesson... (but we'll see...)

     Anyways! I think that's about it for me tonight. Going to watch a little video with Dan, and then get some well needed sleep~ <3

P.S. I already have my next post 'planned' so I hope to have it posted some time tomorrow :)

Frightening Encounter

     So, I had a pretty scary thing happen to me this afternoon... It scared me enough to shake me up pretty good. So, I thought, seeing as I wasn't too sure on what to write today, that I would share with you, my story. Now, I'm merely just copy and pasting what I had told Daniel about it. (Take note, this was over Yahoo, and I wasn't taking the time to paragraph everything nicely. So, I apologize for it being a bit, hard to read and such because of that.)

     Okay, well, I decided to go down Pasadena instead of walking down King's Drive till I got to Silverstone, just because there would be less people walking down the sidewalk. And well, I had also found a TD Visa Acess Card near the Speechly Building, so I was totally wandering off in my head about that, on how to go about getting it back to the owner and stuff, and because of that, I wasn't paying attention the the streets, and then I missed my turn down Townsend, and I ended up at the end of Pasadena. But thankfully, it was connected to Laval, (wich is the second street down from McGill) so I just went up Laval, and then turned right onto Silverstone to just walk the short distance home. And the whole time I also had my headphones in listening to music on my phone on full blast. And then, after I passed McMasters (the first street passed McGill) this guy comes up beside me. At first I just thought he was going to pass me, so I just politely smiled and nodded kind of thing (what I typically do to anyone I pass) But then he was just keeping up my pace, so I took my headphones out and he started talking to me. I couldn't understand everything he was saying to me because he had a thick African accent (not a Jemacan(sp?) one though) He at first asked if I was going to school (at the Uni) and I said that I was sitting in on a course (at this point I thought maybe he just stopped me to ask me some information on something) and due to that, I told him that I was going to the University MWF and that my class was in the mornings and such. And then he introduced himself and I told him my name as well. And then he asks for my phone number.. And at this point I was starting to get a bit worried. I told him I can't use my phone because I don't have minutes (and I was willing to prove to him about it if he didn't believe me) and then he asked how he would be able to contact me and stuff. I told him I could give him an email. He didn't like that idea. And then he asked if I had facebook, and I said yes, and then he said for me to come back to his car and that he has pen and paper in his car. (also he was throughout the entire time trying to insist in driving me home) And I told him I was fine, he told me not to be nervous (of course this just made me even more scared) and he asked a few more times for me to come to my car, and I declined. He clearly didn't want to leave empty handed kind of thing, so asked if I had a pen, and I said yes and pulled out a pen, and then, he had asked me again to come back to his car because he had some paper in there that I could write it on. At this point I was getting really worried and scared, and I again, refused (not rudely of course) and then he pauses for a few moments, thinking to himself, and then he pulls out some paper from his pocket, and of course, this really kind of scared me, because he was making it seem as if he didn't have anything for me to write it on or anything, and here he has some paper... So  I wrote my facebook name on his paper, and handed it back to him. He seemed dissatisfied with only getting my facebook name.: to chill, and I told him sunday [just trying to pick a day that wasn't too close or too far a way so that it would seem legitimate that I'd be willing ot hang out with him] but he said that he's usually busy on sundays, and so then near the end of this encounter, I ended up changing it to Monday after my class, and told him that my class ends at 12:30pm, and that I could wait out by the bus loop on Dafoe at 12:45pm. And he seemed good with this. And then he asked if I had a boyfriend, and I said yes, and then he asked if you'd be fine with me chilling with him and I said yes [because I didn't want to upset him] And then he said he would add me on Facebook, and then remind me that I am to meet him at 12:45pm on Monday by the bus loop, and that he would pick me up with his car [and of course made me even more scared... Always wanting some way to get me into his car.]) And then I acted like everything was all confimed and hunky-dorey kind of thing, and then he gave me like, a half hug thing, and then he finally let me go on my way. So I walked away, waited a few seconds, and then looked back and seen him just walking away and not watching me kind of thing, and then I ran home as quick as I could so he couldn't follow me or know where I live.

     Also, I had looked up on Google Maps exactly where he said he lived, and how far away from me it is... This was my result: