Me being somewhat of a type A control freak, this is a problem.
Thursday night I was at a class and I just did not feel right. I got home and my boob hurt. I just figured that I needed to nurse, thankfully little dude was more than willing to help out.
Husband went to meet some friends and I went down the rabbit hole.
I started to feel so cold. Unbearably cold. Since the kids were sleeping I popped in the bath to try and warm up. I took off my shirt and bra and saw a red, streaky swollen boob staring back at me. Mastitis.
It went down hill fast. I got wash clothes to use as compresses and a manual pump to help prevent milk stasis. Then I called my doctor. I know there are lots of great ways to manage mastitis naturally. Really- and they are great. But I lack a great immune system and when I get sick, I get very sick very fast. When she called back I briefly went over my history with her. She called in an antibiotic script for me and told me to come in first thing in the morning.
During the night I just got sicker. In the morning I felt horrific. I went to the doctor and she sent me for IV antibiotics at an immediate care center- I was not ready to go right to to hospital.
But first Stinky had to go to the eye doctor, but that is another blog post.
At the immediate care center- I was offered two guys phone numbers-- then they found out I had 5 kids-- one of them must have been insane because he still was interested. Then had a few rounds of antibiotics, bloodwork and a breast ultrasound. I was sick.
That doctor decided that I needed to be in the hospital and sent me over.
I drove myself.
Monday morning I was finally cleared to come home with no real memory of the intervening days. This was a problem. I needed to find my car. After walking around for a bit in the parking lot- I found it. How would I explain that one? "Sorry, can you help me find my car? I was really sick when I drove myself here and I have no idea what happened the next few days."