I went in.
It’s cellulitis, no abscess yet, doc said the clindamycin would probably do the job, but that he’d rather see me on Keflex and Bactrim. So I got a double dose of both of those while I was there, they drew a new line around the spot, and I’m going to get my new antis in the morning.
See? I knew it right from the beginning. It’s infected. ****, I even called it beforehand.
And I ended up losing my nerve and I just told the actual truth except one part. I told them it was prescribed. It was a non issue.
Now that part is good info.
It went like this
“So what’s in there, then?”
“Well it was an intramuscular injection and, yeah, pretty sure it’s infected.”
“I mean, what did you put in there?”
“Do I really have to say?”
“Well... no, but different drugs have different reactions and that’s...”
“It’s testosterone.” *interrupting*
“Oh ok” *begins to hurry* “Doctor prescribed?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Ok, any other meds?”
“Anastrozole... it’s an aromatase inhibitor.... also, doctor prescribed. And I was here the other day for an abscess tooth and they put me on clindamycin.”
“Ok good. Any cultural or religious obligations to how your treatment is performed?”
“No, I mean, I’d prefer not to have any part of my leg cut out”
*both laugh*
“Ok good! The doctor will be right in. Ok? I’ll see you again after he’s done.”