**This posting may contain TMI! Read at your own discretion.**

So, I went to the doctor on Saturday to check on the progress of the abscess on my right thigh. He poked it with a needle hoping to drain the infected fluid out, but he couldn't find the pocket--so I had to wait til this morning.

I went to the doctor this morning, and after looking at it, cutting away a bit of the dead tissue on top and poking it with more needles, she decided I needed to go to a surgeon. She got me an appointment for this afternoon.

I figured, well, at least this will do it, I'll get it over with and be able to get on with things...but no. The surgeon didn't cut it or poke it. He prodded around a bit and told me he would have to dig to find the pocket because it wasn't draining on its own...I had to make an appointment or tomorrow. Why tomorrow--because I have to be unconscious for this. Also, he's concerned because the abscess is very close to the right groin artery.

In the meantime, my blood is being tested for diabetes because he thinks my immune system may be compromised.

Tomorrow I have to go to the hospital to get prepped, sedated and cut, drained and scaped.

So far, this is my least favorite week of the year. And last week sucked pretty hard too.

*sigh* Anyway, I'll probably be out of it for a couple of days while I heal--it's difficult enough to sit here and type this now.

*Hugs* See you on the other side of this mess!