I really wanted to start a blogpost, I really need to be getting ready for work but I wanted to at least start the post and then try to finish it later. Anyway, sighs, life really throws you for a loop sometimes. I have been living the past few days in fear and extreme pain. Long story short, last week I was itchy under my armpit. Now if you go back to my ChaLean Extreme Before Pics post you will see that under my arm I have what I call extra boobage. What it is is extra fat that apparently while I was preggo with my first child, my body created extra fat pockets under my arm and that fat just won’t go away. I’ve been told before by my doctor that I could have it surgically removed one day if it didn’t go away with diet and exercise. It has gone down before but not all the way. Anyway, when I scratched it got really dry and I scratch hard naturally. So then I put some vaseline on the area where it was super dry and that helped the dryness but it started to make me sweat profusely. To the point where I was sticking paper towels (Bounty really absorbent kind) under my arms and they were getting soaked! Now I’m getting a little freaked out…
By Friday night, it’s enough to where I tell my husband about it. He thinks I’m a hypochondriac anyway so I don’t tell him about health things until I really feel like it’s a problem. Saturday morning I was supposed to workout. By Saturday morning my extra boobage had swollen and was starting to get painful. So no workout for me (was really looking forward to it) and I noticed a lump in the crease/fold of my underarm. So I go online to see what it could be…it’s not an ingrown hair, haven’t shaven in awhile, and it’s not a sweat bump, I just won’t believe that. DH says give it the weekend and then go to the doctor if it’s still painful. The pain grew and so did the size of the lump. It got to the point where the pain spread from under my arm, to my back, into my breast and down to my elbow…all on my right arm. I went to the doctor yesterday. It’s not the big C word thank the Lord, but it is an abscess. And it is infected and will require surgery. So I’m still a bit scared but I am so very relieved that it’s not cancer because that’s what I was thinking. I’m taking a cocktail of meds until surgery is scheduled. So for now I’m basically walking around doped up! Lol Like for example right now, I’ve taken my antibiotics for the morning but I can’t take the pain meds until I’m at work so I can’t drive. So I have no idea what the day is gonna be like at work! Because the pain is real and I gotta have the meds!
The best way I can describe the pain is to liken it to how it feels after you have a c-section. After my first c-section, which was an emergency c-section, in the first few days of recovery when you’re at home, the baby cries and you naturally go to get up and then you realize you can’t because you just had major abdominal surgery. That pain that you feel in the incision…that’s the pain that is in my arm. It’s hellafied to say the least. The lump is about the size of a large marble under my arm.
I’m very thankful that I know what’s going on and am on the path to having it all taken care of. But I would be lying to you if I didn’t say I am pissed. Sure I’m happy that after surgery (will be plastic surgery) I can wear sleeveless shirts and halter tops again, but I can’t do any workouts. I can’t do anything until I have recovered from the surgery. That’s not on my plan! Oh well, I’m happy for my health and you definitely take for granted the full use of your body. I have become quite adept at doing things with my left arm. I am right handed. Putting on clothes and taking off clothes is difficult. The most difficult thing to put on and off is a bra. Taking care of the kids isn’t the easiest, but I’m doing pretty well I think. At the end of it all I’m just thankful and grateful and my stress level has gone down now that I am on the path to getting it taken care of. Moral of the story…when in pain for more than a few days…take your tail to the doctor. I’m so thankful that I got the FSA from my job so that I have a Visa card specifically for my medical expenses, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to go to the doctor at all!
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