I accidentally cut my skin when I was clipping my toe nail on Sunday. I didn't think it was a big deal because it didn't bleed very much.
When I got out of bed yesterday morning it was very painful to stand on. I looked at my toe and it is about 25% bigger than normal and bright red. I cleaned it really well with alcohol and put antibiotic ointment on it, but it hasn't really helped. It hurts like hell, and today it had puss coming out of the cut.
This cut is like 1mm, that is it. I really don't understand how it is causing this many problems!
That is really alarming. I'd get that checked out ASAP and get some antibiotics.
That is what I thought, but my husband says I am being a whimp. I might call the doctor's office just to see what they say.
My co-worker has been making all kinds of personal calls this morning, golf reservations, dog boarding, scheduling appointments, etc. While I am trying to get everything ready before I go on maternity leave. And then he has the nerve to ask if he can call me with questions while I am out. Maybe put off the personal calls, and ask questions while I am here.
And our house is listed and I keep getting the same feedback. I wish that one person would just come along and make their offer. I am so ready to move.
I just hid one of my close friends from Facebook. I can't deal with her aggressive political rants anymore. It doesn't help that I don't agree with her.
Post by keweenawlove on Jul 17, 2012 14:05:53 GMT -5
Random: I really want a good thunderstorm. We normally get a few good ones every summer and I love sitting inside and watching the lightning. We haven't had any good ones this summer.
I realize the lack of rain is causing much bigger issues than me watching to watch the lightning.
I just tracked down the results from a cortisol test last week with the endocrinologist's office that I was referred to.
It's negative, which, I suppose, is good. The Endo thinks I should make another appointment with her in 6 months, so she can check on my TSH levels again (they've been dropping, but are still normal - at one point, they were sub-clinical hypothyroid, no longer).
The problem with that is I am still dealing with freaking symptoms. It took 2 years to get the referral to the endocrinologist, after eliminating potential causes my PA could check for. I'm fed up with having to fight with myself to get out of bed in the morning, or having to wear 1-2 more layers than normal people around me to stay warm. I'm fed up with having to bust my ass to lose weight and still find myself gaining. I'm a bit frightened that I have to take caffeine pills to make it thru a normal 8-hour work day. I had more energy when I weight 250 lbs...
I just want to feel better, and it's like no one believes I'm not doing well already.
That is really alarming. I'd get that checked out ASAP and get some antibiotics.
That is what I thought, but my husband says I am being a whimp. I might call the doctor's office just to see what they say.
I would go to the doctors. I got hit in the nose playing water polo and I didn't go the the doctors for almost a week because my husband kept telling me to suck it up. It was broken. I never listen to his medical advice anymore.
I am in awe that there are people who don't pop their zits. That would kill me. Must pop them. Must.
I am 30 today. Little bummed about it.
Happy birthday CJ! I am just a few months behind you.
I hate popping zits. I never did it at all until my H complained about how gross a zit was on my face and I should just pop it and get it over with. It is so disgusting!
Haha, I think my sig is funny. I guess I just have a dark sense of humor?
It's all good. I just like to think of my dogs as mindless, sleeping fuzzballs who sometimes bark at rabbits. Luckily for me they have full rein of the house and are allowed on all the furniture, plus they have a dog door.