Well Its been a few days since I was discharged. Kicked the pain killers Fri night and spent the past two days feeling like sh-t. Ive missed about 10 days thus far of work outs and proper diet.

The injection didnt feel right even 12 hours after injection. My temp. began to elevate by the next day. The site wasnt red or inflamed so I convinced myself it might be a sterile absess that just needed time. By day 3 I was in such horrid pain I was vomiting in the doctors office. The doctor took one look at it and said it was the worst infection he's even seen and recommended the hospital immediately.

The hospital visit was terrible for the most part ( but worth reading about). They gave me a buzzer in the waiting room- which apparently ran out of batteries leading to a 90 minute wait. They did take pity on me and got me a private pre admitted room. Basically a private waiting room to lay in until they get a doc around to admit you to the hospital. In the mean time my pain level shot to "moaning".

It took about 4 hours total until I was in a bed admitted to the main hospital and medicated to some level of comfort. It was around this time that I found out my admitting doctor also happened to be my parents primary care physician... which really complicated my plan to keep this private. I also met with a surgeon who told me about the possibility of surgery and the need to stop my food and water intake in preparation. ( No Water+ antibiotics+ painkillers+ time = torture).

Over the next few days I got several CAT scans, xrays, blood works, and a few others i forget. Eventually they decided to do surgery- told me 5 mins before hand using assumptive language while wheeling my medicated loopey ass out of the room.. Surgery is basically a single incision directly into the center of the abscess in order to release the living/dead material and pressure. The result is an open would that allows for continuous release of material, and requires constant redressing. I also have to remove and replace cloth stuffing that goes inside the wound once a day. This part is a mind fuck- and a constant reminder that you f-cked up on a significant level.

After surgery- it was a waiting game of painkillers, fluids, and IV antibiotics... and TIME... lots of TIME. It was impossible for me to lay in bed all day. I would get up several times during the day to do a few laps around the unit- or walk down the hall to the unit next door. It was also around this time that I realized that not all nurses are made equal. Some are amazing and can lift your spirit with their positive energy, and others are down right abusive and neglectful.

The worst nurse experience happened at 2 am. I woke up covered in pile of my own puss. Which smells like rotting human btw. I pressed the nurse button. No response .Waited an hour. No response. Finally- my IV fluid ran out and my IV computer alarm went off. Still no response. That was the last straw. I disconnected my IV and went to the bathroom to clean myself off and put a new bandaged on. When I returned to my room my nurse and an orderly were standing by my bed like I committed a high crime. The orderly said " well... (my name) we have an IV with no patient what do you have to say for yourself"... I had no response. They took my iv away and walked out of the room. I was left with nothing. I laid back down for about 30 minutes before I started to get worried about why the hell I dont have an IV anymore. No pain meds and no antibiotics...? So i went to the nurses station where she told me I dont deserve an IV because Im not responsible.

That sh-t scared me. Im a big boy... but that sh-t scared me. There were no supervisors on the unit that I could go to. So I picked up my cell phone and called the hospital directly and got put through to her supervisor. She came to see me in about 30 minutes. I told her my situation and she was shocked. I was immediately moved to another unit with different staff. The rest of my stay was uneventful.

Eventually I got discharged. Ive felt like garbage since getting out. The painkillers def. took a toll. I wish I wasnt so liberal with the morphine button. My confidence is awful. Leading me to question my cycling, fall school choice, friend choice... all sorts of things. Im still leaking out the side of my ass. And my energy is shot.

My plan is to get back to the gym 2morrow and back into the swing of things.