Well the past week has been a bit of a washout after an unexpected trip to hospital last Monday.
On bank holiday Monday I discovered a lump in my armpit and first thing Tuesday I called the doctors and made an appointment to have it checked out. Needless to say I carried on riding for the week and had a really good week hitting the magic 50 mile ride mark which after three weeks of training I was happy achieve. I woke up last Monday with a very sore and very purple armpit so again spoke to the doctors and arranged an appointment for the Tuesday morning - and that was when the fun began.
The doctor took one look at it and told me I had an infection (what a shock) and that it needed draining but that I was being referred to the hospital straight away and that I needed someone to drive me there and back. After a painful drive to collect my wife to drive me we arrived at the hospital and has a brief waiting. After being called in and having by blood pressure etc. done they told me that I was more than likely going to be admitted which wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear.
When the consultant came round she decided that she would have a go of draining it there and then. After the 'sharp scratch' lie whilst being administered a local anaesthetic she far to enthusiastically giggle with glee as she got a load of infection out before exclaiming 'bloody hell there's a cyst in there - if I give you more local can I have a go at cutting it out?'. By this point I was past caring as it really hurt, standing on a Lego brick pain but in my armpit even with the local. After what seemed like an age she proudly showed my the cyst (thanks for that) and then packed the wound and applied a nice big sticky dressing in my armpit.
It was painful and my wife was a bit shocked when I had the shakes in the waiting room afterwards with the pain but a good dose of codeine sorted that out. On Wednesday morning I had the dressing changed/got waxed and had the wound cleaned and repacked and then it was left until Monday.
Again on Monday the nurse took great joy in the amount of hair she removed and I realised that it wasn't the wound so much that hurt but the constant waxing and pulling of the dressing in my armpit that was sore. The wound isn't packed anymore and I just have to have it covered for work but the plasters just hurt.
Tonight was the first time on the bike and I just decided to thrash it round a local loop to see how my form was and the great news is that I was 6 minutes quicker although I was nearly sick at the effort but happily the dressing hurt less riding than normal day to day stuff.
So hopefully I am back on track now although this weekend will be a bit disrupted as Friday night is my night out as I leave my job and then we're off down to Oxford to meet our new granddaughter.
Onwards and upwards.
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