the end of my blog

Antibiotics did nothing. One goddamn thing after another. I fucking give up.

Dragged kicking and screaming like a toddler, my aunt brought me to an urgent care walk-in place. An ER-lite? I hate hate trying to navigate the medical industry. They scare the hell out of me. I thought they might do some painful poking and prodding, maybe even some puncturing.. 

This guy I just met wants to flay open my thumb, right there, right now. He says it's an abscess, and antibiotics don't work, with all that pus trapped in there. Because the nailbed is a little complicated, he can't just drain it with a needle. He has to reenact a scene from Game of Thrones to clean it out. Then he just tapes it up and sends me home. Not a problem of antibiotic resistance after all, he gave me more of the same stuff. 

If not for my aunt, I think I may have just let the staph have me. Let it fight it out with the cancer. I'm tired. Getting more aggressive medical attention was even worse than I'd imagined, but I'm glad it's done. Hopefully it works.