This morning didn’t start very well… I noticed a small red patch of skin just above my scar on my right side on Saturday and assumed this was normal skin stretching stuff. Last night I noticed this patch has increased in size and “heatness”… this morning it hadn’t looked as it has gotten any worse, but it hadn’t improved either. I took some anti inflams and made myself a cold compress from a packet of frozen corn (along with a reminder that we needed to add frozen peas to our shopping list!) and called the Cancer Centre. The sister suggested I pop in for them to have a look.
For someone usually VERY self conscious, I have suddenly developed some “flasher” tendencies! I can whip by shirt off for almost anyone! Two of the sisters had a look; hysterical about my corn compress idea, very concerned I had done this in the middle of Pick n Pay! I guess they’re just as worried about my flasher tendencies!
They felt it definitely needed some attention, said they would chat to the oncologist, but that I would more than likely need an antibiotic. Driving home I was phoned to say the Dent Doctor would need me to do a blood test just to check on those pesky white blood cells, and suggested I contact the plastic surgeon as well to take a look. Eish!
The plastic surgeon says she wants to see me at 13:00. Double Eish!
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