Ian B wrote: hibidy wrote:
It's crossed my mind, as has judicious use of a sterelised craft knife, if only it wasn't so painful, even a tee shirt/sweatshirt rubbing against it is making me wince. Just to make matters worse, I couldn't get a appt to see my GP before 4.15pm this coming Thursday, I have to see him as he's in charge of my epilepsy meds and I need a new prescription as well, I don't want to make two trips to the surgery.
I'm feeling better today, but it's marginal.
I went to see my GP yesterday over the *cyst* problem and I'm now the not so proud owner of what he called "a very, very nasty abscess
" Even allowing for swelling it must be getting on for being 4 inches in diameter
He couldn't do much with it, or I suspect he didn't want to risk it bursting over his shirt if he tried too hard, so not very gallantly, he arranged for a nurse to see me without a appt. She asked if he'd tried to squeeze it, and to be fair he had, but the main body is solid so I told her yes, but he'd had no luck, as did she when she tried the same.
It had opened during the day so at least some of the pressure had gone and I was given sterile dressings along with magnesium sulphate paste to try and draw the nastiness out, and a course of Flucloxasillin 500mg anti-biotics.
Getting the former was a pantomime as the chemists adjacent to the surgery no longer stocked it, so I reported back to the nurse who phoned the main chemists in town to ask if they did. Luckily they had some (but why, as they're both branches of Boots, one did but not the other, is beyond me) All in all, it was a bit of a adventure, my appt to see my GP was at 4.15pm, but I didn't get home till 6.20, and soaked to the skin at that as the heavens really opened on my way back.
RIP Black Tom and Beckett. They weren't just cats, they were MY cats, the best cats ever.