Life is a bowl of … epsom salts

I’m glad my hubby didn’t get the camera. I’m sure I looked really horrible last night. I was sitting at one of the kid’s desk with my right b**b in a blue ceramic bowl of epsom salts. I went to see the b**b doctor yesterday. Who I will call Dr. S from now on and S stands for exactly what you think when you read the rest of this…

I had my checkup yesterday. He said it needed to stay open a while longer. He told me I needed to get a q-tip and dip it in peroxide and stick it in the little hole that was left. I asked him if it would hurt much… he said it wouldn’t hurt him and we all laughed. I was sooo not ready for it. He stuck the q-tip in and I jumped out of my skin. Found the nerve. Know exactly where that puppy is… I was shaking for 15 minutes. He asked me if I could do this for the next two weeks… I wasn’t sure. He said if I didn’t he would have to cut it open again and put in a stint. I was sure. Yep, I can do it.

Now… last night… I got into the bathroom, got the peroxide, the q-tip and the towel. I was ready. I dipped the q-tip into the peroxide, put it on the little opening and … I couldn’t push it in. No joke. I couldn’t do it. Mind over matter… I didn’t want him to cut me and put a stint in, I will do this. And I really couldn’t. I started to freak. I had to do something. I didn’t want this closing up before everything had drained out. I called Mamaw, Tink, Bou, Sticks… probably all in that order. Mamaw wasn’t there and when she called back, I was listening to Tink give me ideas. Hence the Epsom salts. Bou called me back later and suggested I take a syringe and squirt the peroxide into it. Sticks was hiding out and I’ll probably hear from her today.

I’ll call the doctor today and find out what I can do. Though the syringe and squirt hurt like a mother this morning (though not nearly as bad as the q-tip)… so it is still open. Ok, I’m outta here… 2 lunches to make, a snack bag, and 2 kids to get convince to eat and dress soon!!!