What's Next

Things are looking up

About three weeks after my surgery, one of the drains stopped draining and the other one was only draining minimally.  I was so excited because I knew that the drains could come out and that it was a step in the right direction.  So off to my plastic surgeons office I went.  The nurse seemed to be on the fence about taking them out; she eventually agreed that it was time and pulled them out.  I was so happy, I didn't feel like I was carrying these drains around and I could finally shower without having to worry about anything!  WAHOOOO for me!

    

Well that didn't last long... I want to say not even a week later I developed a fever.  Peter, my husband, gave my advil and that seemed to help.  Then out of no where (well I thought it was out of no where) he called my doctor.   The doctor told him to look at the where the incision was... sure enough that was bright red and swollen.  OH MAN- have I not had enough!!!! (Apparently not!)  From what I remember, he asked that we come into the office immediately for him to take a look at it.  Before I knew what was going on, I was on my way back to the hospital (you can imagine how happy I was- NOT!) 

 

My Hospital Visit

We arrived at the hospital maybe 10-15 minutes later.  We had to go through the ER, which was disgusting to say the least.  They put me in this room next to this older gentleman that kept peeing in this bucket thing- I honestly was going to lose my shit.  So, I told them that they needed to move me (I am sure other words were shared) and they told me that I could stay in the hallway- "are you f*ing kidding me?!" I believe were my exact words.  They weren't.  Anyways, they ran a few tests and then told me that they had a room for me.  They told me to put on one of those hospital gowns, I told them "NO!" I wore sweatshirts with a zipper front and baggy sleeves.  After getting admitted (YUP- I was admitted) to the hospital, I was finally told that I had an infection in my left breast (opposite from where the original cancer was).  When I asked how I could have possibly had an infection after all of the antibiotics that I had been taken after my surgery and the drains.  It was then explained to me that it was a UTI (urinary tract infection)- yea I had a UTI in my breast- WTF!?!?!?!?!?  Seriously, I couldn't believe my ears.  Well this nonsense landed me a full week stay at St. Francis Hospital for IV antibiotics (I guess I just didn't get enough the first time).  I was finally released the day before my daughters 5th birthday.  Also, something that I was not happy about.