Not for the weak stomach peeps!

So I decided that I would blog to vent a little about my "miserable" life at the moment. On Nov. 4th I went in and had surgery done. I have had some lumps under my arms for about 12-13 years and they were getting bigger and more painful as time went on. I finally found a doctor that was willing to do something about it. They completely hacked up my under arms with huge 5-6 inch incisions to get it all out. They then put 6 inch drains underneath to prevent fluid build up and infections. We went in that friday to have them removed and life was good....or so I thought. It felt much better not having those in but still pretty painful with such huge slices under there. On Friday I noticed that under my right arm part of the incision was really red and hard as a rock underneath. Of course....infection is what I thought. I went in and the dr said it was a reaction to the sutures that are already fragmented under the skin so we couldn't do anything. He did slice a little tiny opening in the incision to take a swab to have checked just in case and got the surprise of his life. I felt a downpour of warm fluid down my side and immediately got worried. There was fluid built up and we didn't expect it. Oh well...life goes on. He had me schedule to come in today so he could look at it before his vacation. Yesterday I went to the ER because the "hard as a rock" feeling was getting worse and spreading up to my neck region...freaked me out! When I took my shirt off at the ER something happened and I started gushing liquid again. They said there was nothing they could do and sent me on my way after a shot in the bum of some pain meds. (The picture was James idea of being "oh so cute" while I was at the ER). Today I went in to the doctor and was surprised yet again...will it ever end???? So, I have a little staph (sp?) infection on the skin where the incision is so I need to use a special soap for the next little while. He decided that he also needed to put a new drain in there to finish off the fluids that are trying to come out. So...without any kind of pain medicine or numbness he used a scissor like tweezer thingy to pull open the incision and push the drain in....OUCH!!!! I cried. Then he decided to numb me to do the stich to keep it in place but he didn't wait for it to take effect....numb med...stich...one right after the other....OUCH!!! I felt it all and it wasn't pleasant. So...now I am trying to deal with another foreign object sticking out of me that is not fun. Life goes on...right?! So, I've been miserable and the worst part is feeling like the house and kids are being neglected. It's my right arm and so I'm a little disabled at the moment. I can't wait to be whole again and I'm sure my kids can't wait either. Thanks for reading my little rant...I hope I didn't gross anyone out too much. Trust me...at least I didn't put pictures like James wanted me to!