My New Best Friend

For as long as I could remember, I’ve been getting an abscess/cyst above my left ear.  I remember when I was really young, my mom taking me to the doctor to have him poke and prod at the side of my head while I was in excruciating pain.  Well, it’s always been a reoccuring sore every few years.  The last time it came back was about 7 years ago.  It got so bad that I was ended up screaming in the emergency room.  The doctor ended up cutting a hole in the side of my head so that the fluid could come out, and then she packed it with gauze so it would continue to drain.

So when I started to feel that oh so familiar pain at the beginning of this week, I knew that I was going to probably end up back in the emergency room.  I didn’t want to wait until the pain was so unbearable though, so before it got to that point, I went in last night.  I expected a similar treatment as the last time this occured, but that’s not quite what happened.  Instead of attempting to open the problem spot to allow for drainage, the ER doctor basically just confirmed that yes I have an abscess, and she is just going to have me let it drain on it’s own since that’s what it had basically been doing.  She gave me some perscriptions for a couple of antibiotics and some vicodin.  I’ve been doped up since then.  =

My husband is in one of his moods tonight.  Not sure what his deal is other than the fact that unless he gets his way, he is going to throw a fit like a three year old.  I’m so tired of the childishness that I have to live with all the time.  I think what pisses me off even more though is the fact that he admits that he is like this.  He admits that the people that he loves the most are also the people that he treats the worst.  WTF?  And it’s true.  He’s nicer to the average joe off of the street than he is to me most days.  I can’t remember the last time that I’ve gone a whole day without getting in some sort of argument with him.  What a way to live huh?

I have more patience than I used to thanks to my growing relationship with the Lord.  I pray each morning for the strength and patience to make it through another day with as little a conflict as possible.  When I’m closer to God, I find I have the ability to get past what would have previously been a huge fight.  I thank the Lord every day for helping me to stay calm in times of stress.  Unfortunately I’m not perfect though, so of course the days aren’t going to be perfect.

My last dose of vicodin is kicking in right now.  Not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hang in here.  Pain meds are my new best friend right now.  Without them, I would be miserable.  However, I am now feeling a bit woozy and thinking that I’ll make Jacob happy by giving him his way.  He wants the computer, and since I’m seconds away from passing out, I may as well be the better person and hand it over.  I’ll give a better update tomorrow.

Laters,
JamieLynn =