I originally posted this in a thread entitled "The most painful thing to happen to you" back in May 2007 - it's a very true story, it really happened to me, and I STILL rue the feckin day(of the snip).
Thought the procedure went well, and after a few days was still a lot of pain and swelling, but thought that was par for the course. A few days more I could not stand the pain(literally). Went to the hospital, where they say it wasn't just swelling, but when I got the snip the feckin butcher snipped a blood vessel as well, and my sack was full of blood - it looked like that purple tellytubby was mooning me from between my own legs! Was in hospital for a week and a half, and had an op to correct this, they said it would be sore for about another week.
2 weeks passed and the pain is even worse....could not stand up for the pain, and lying down was worse. only slightly comfortable position was lying slightly up on the couch. That night the pain was so bad I went to lie on the couch, adjusted my kecks and noticed a lot of blood. Rushed BACK to the hospital where I tell the doc my stitches have burst. "That's the least of your worries" he says - no lie.
Stay in hospital for ANOTHER week, have ANOTHER op, bassas wont tell me what happened, but the general concensus is they left a bit of gauze in from the first op.
This one seems to be ok, but later that week, pain returns, and have puss seeping from my wound. I go to my GP who tells me that yes, my wound is infected. I spend the next 18 mornings driving to the clinic to get the dressings in the hole in my puss filled baws changed, and dressing dabbed about like blotting friggin paper, which is not nice. Of course, at the weekends, the nurse comes out to the house.
Finally after ALL this, near when the infection is cleared up, my doc says to me "John, you remember we sent off a sample?" I says no - he says "Have you heard of MRSA?"
