#abscess

[wakeupandsmellthecarcass]

[pacificremains]

Wolf jaw I'm degreasing. Nasty abscess. Poor creature got something stuck in its carnassial.

[vastenov]

[esmeraldaka]

Follow up to this post

Late update, but Winter is doing well!

(Summer does too)

After the probable ear infection, she started medication, but we did notice a mass on her neck. Go forward a week later, and it's way bigger. And then it bursted.

It was an abscess. So looks like we dodged the cancer!

So I cleaned her up and took her to the vet. We got more medecine and that was a week and a half ago.

The mass didn't come back, it's pretty much all healed up and we are almost done with the medications!

Other than a bit of weight loss (probably due to the antibiotics but I'll keep an eye out) and the fact her head will probably stay on the side forvever, she's healthy <3

[loveimps]

HII today we are playing the rpg maker horror game ABSCESS the game about giving apparently!!! Come play with me so im not so scareds <3 i've been meaning to play this game since forever https://www.twitch.tv/loveimps

[ldysmfrst]

Hello, dearest readers-

I have just spent the last several hours in the ER.

I ended up with a 103 fever with dizzy spells, body chills, weakness, wanting to pass the fuck out, migraine, black spots in my vision, vomiting and constant nauseousness.

I am getting discharged. They lanced and drained the abscesses. The infection hasn’t gotten to my blood stream yet but it’s was showing signs of necropathy which they got rid of. I have to follow up with asap to get referred to general surgery to have them fully removed.

The next few chapters may be delayed because they are putting me on some strong antibiotics and Tylenol 4.

I ask for your patience as I deal with this health complication that popped up out of no where.

Thank you! 💜💜💜

[rosethornewrites]

I was finally diagnosed with Hidradenitis suppurativa last year. This was despite the fact that I suspected I had it for several years before based on research I did because I knew what was happening wasn’t normal. I’d been suffering from it to various degrees since I was a teenager.

Hidradenitis suppurativa is characterized by tunneling cysts, which leaves tracks on the skin, that will move to various locations in the body via the tunneling. Of course, the tunneling is painful and leaves voids that can become terribly infected. Often these cysts are in the groin and armpits.

Despite this, when I told my GP my suspicions, she told me it might help to lose weight and then disregarded it. She never referred me to a dermatologist.

HS is considered a hormone-influenced autoimmune condition.

This was after a large abscess had formed on my arm spontaneously and required FIVE ROUNDS of heavy-duty antibiotics to finally go away.

To say this upset me was an understatement.

I’m not the only one in my family with HS. My mom has it, and for a while was regularly having cysts removed by a plastic surgeon, including one that was the size of a baseball, but flattened out across a huge area. She didn’t know it was a specific condition until I told her.

But she did know I had a problem, which typically occurred as painful cysts in my underarms. Constant, to the point where I couldn’t wear deodorant if it had any form of antiperspirant because that would start it and make it worse.

So one year, for Christmas, she asked me if I would like my underarm sweat glands to be basically lasered to death, which her plastic surgeon thought would help solve the problem. The price tag was about $5000 but my mom was willing to spend that to try to help me not be miserable.

And so in the early 2010s, that was my Christmas gift. Took a train to the city, accompanied by a friend, had breakfast at a nice restaurant, as eating before was recommended, and went to the office.

They shoot you up with local anesthetic, and then these suction devices are attached to your entire armpit and the laser treatment begins. I’m not sure how long the procedure was, but it was very painful and I’m glad my friend went with me.

I went home and to sleep with ice packs taped to my underarms, healed up in a few days, and haven’t had nearly the problems I used to. But I went to that extent trying to treat the problem, and the only doctor who could offer me a solution was a plastic surgeon—which means I will never judge anyone going to one ever.

Eventually, last year, I decided to look into sterilization surgery, and so was referred to a gynecologist, who was perhaps the best doctor I’ve had in my life. I was low-key worried some of the pain was from something like endometriosis.

On sight, she told me “I think you have this condition, Hidradenitis suppurativa.” I told her I mentioned I thought I had it to my doctor, and what she’d said about losing weight. The gynecologist snorted derisively and said “Yeah, no. It’s almost entirely hormonal, so we’re going to get you on hormonal birth control to start treating it, and I’m referring you to a dermatologist.”

Dermatologist took one look at me and said “Yeah, that looks like stage 2 HS, for sure.” I still don’t know what stage 2 is or how many stages HS has. Once the worst of the infection cleared up, she put me on antibiotics that she hoped would help clear it up. They worked, but not entirely, simply shrinking them to be less painful, and they stopped tunneling.

We were working on getting me on Humira when I left my job and moved home.

Then my childhood doctor decided he wouldn’t give me a prescription for the antibiotics, saying “I would probably prescribe something different.” And then not doing so, despite acknowledging the diagnosis.

Within a week, I had tunneling abscesses, and it’s been a horrid struggle since. Needless to say, I’m not going back to that doctor and have an initial appointment with a new one next week.

But this struggle is horrific and depressing, and it’s added to my already chronic pain from fibromyalgia (which my mom also has), and I just wish doctors would fucking LISTEN.

Before my mom met her plastic surgeon, she was performing self-surgery at home because her condition was ignored by doctors. She didn’t even have any idea that she had HS until I found it researching and eventually got a diagnosis.

It’s absolute hell to get decent healthcare, even if you have the money to seek it, in the US. It’s especially hard if you are BIPOC, have a uterus, and/or have a higher BMI.

Since my diagnosis, I’ve been open about the condition and have actually helped several people who were able to get dermatology referrals based on finally learning they might have a condition that’s treatable. If I can provide that help through my openness and through writing this post, I will.

I’m 40 years old and have been struggling with this since I was 13 or so, and only received an official diagnosis last year. My mom is 67 and only learned through me last year what she’s been struggling with her whole life—and she rarely gets them anymore because she’s post-menopausal, but at least she has a name for it.

[lailyn]

Monsieur Butterfly

Summary: Something is stopping Loki from healing. Stephen decides to take a hands-on approach.

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"How could you let it get this bad?"

"I have been cut a hundred different ways an infinite number of times in the last thousand years, Strange,” Loki growled.  “I have always healed just fine."

"I don’t know if you’re just clumsy or simply exaggerating.”

“I decline to answer that.”

“I guess there's a first time for everything," Stephen tut-tutted. "Can’t say I’m surprised. Ageing does have a negative effect on wound healing."

Loki whipped his head around, eyes flashing. "Are you calling me old?"

"Well, I'm not calling you a spry chicken if that's what you're fishing for."

"You are so lucky I am in so much pain right now or you would find yourself butterflied like one."

"Oh, you do enough butterflying for the both of us, I think."

Loki harrumphed but said nothing further, until curiosity and trepidation got the better of him. “Is it…really bad?”

Stephen gently probed the lemon-sized lump on Loki's back. It felt hot to the touch and very, very tender. 

"It's definitely an abscess," Stephen said gravely. "We need to drain it or the infection's going to spread. If you think you feel like shit now, it's ten times worse if you get sepsis on top of this."

"How wonderful."

"You sure you don't want some local? This is going to hurt. Like, really, really hurt."

"Pain is an old friend."

"Spoken like a true masochist." Stephen picked up his scalpel and threw a warning shot, amused and sympathetic in equal measures. "I'm going to start cutting now."

"Just get it over with," Loki mumbled into the pillow. 

The moment the tip of the scalpel punctured the skin, blood mixed with blue spurted out from the boil like a geyser, and Loki howled.

"Breathe, Loki."

"I am breathing!" Loki snapped. His stomach churned with nausea as the throbbing worsened, and he gulped in a frantic breath to keep from upchucking all over Stephen's precious furniture.

"Don't stop," he moaned when he sensed Stephen hesitating.

"Okay," Stephen exhaled. "Hold still."

"I'm trying," Loki panted, writhing in pain.

"Why do you always do this to me, Odinson?" Stephen muttered as he explored the wound as thoroughly and as gently as he could.

"Sorry," Loki gasped.

Stephen heaved a sigh. "It's fine. I'm just worried about you."

Loki shivered, from both the pain and the cold.

"Nearly there…I've almost got it…"

Stephen's words were meant to be soothing but Loki hardly registered them. He bit his lip as he waited out the kitchen surgery, the seconds ticking by at an agonisingly slow pace.

Thanks to Stephen's impeccable surgical skills, it was not long before all the pus was drained and the dead, infected tissue debrided. The pain gradually came down from its crescendo, allowing Loki to take his first fulfilling breath in days.

"Wanna know why you weren't healing?" Stephen picked the foreign body he had extracted from the abscess up with a pair of forceps, and brought it close to Loki's face.

Loki's eyes widened. "How did that get in there?"

Stephen dropped the piece of bloodied, splintered wood into a specimen bottle.

"Remember the time you broke the bed when we went on that mission to retrieve that relic from that church in Marseille?"

Loki felt his face go red-hot, hotter than could be explained by the fever alone. 

"Massalia. If you're going to take me back in time to accompany you on your suicide missions, you should get your historical facts right."

"I stand corrected," Stephen said brightly, "Seeing how I wasn't alive back then."

"Go on. Flaunt your youth," Loki goaded. "The fact remains that I still turn heads wherever I go and that makes you green with envy."

Stephen spent the next few minutes suturing the wound silently while Loki stewed. 

When his lover's silence went on for longer than it should have, Loki turned his upper body a little. 

"I misspoke," Loki demurred.

Stephen kissed the tip of Loki's bare shoulder. "No. You were right. I am jealous." 

A sniff. "I can't stand it when people eat you with their eyes right in front of me.”

Loki slowly pulled himself upright and placed his hands on Stephen's waist. "I have eyes only for you."

Stephen pressed himself closer till they were chest-to-chest proper. He asked quietly, "Do you promise?"

"On the blood of my ancestors," Loki vowed solemnly. "Who, unfortunately, I've never met, but the sentiment is true."

Stephen chuckled; though still sad of eyes, his face, at least, was much brighter. 

"Speaking of blood, can you lie back down? I need to give the wound one last clean before I put the bandage on."

"All that sentimental talk and you weren't even done?" Loki whined loudly.

"You can't rush a genius at work, Loki."

Incessant complaining aside, Loki could never deny Stephen anything.

"For the record, it was not I who broke the bed." Resigned to his fate, Loki lay down on his belly once more. "You were on top."