Today was not a good day. A few days ago, I pulled the cuticle from the middle finger of my right hand which caused an infection and it looks nasty. I tried to cure it myself with peroxide and Neosporin over the last few days, but it seemed to only get worse. So today, the pain got beyond what I could stand anymore, and I went to the ER.
The wait time wasn’t so bad, but I did find it amusing that the receptionist spelled both my first and last names wrong, despite having my ID in front of her. Lack of care. It didn’t take long to see the doctor, and I wasn’t prepared for what she was about to do. She squeezed my finger so hard to get the pus and fluid out, that I was screaming. Never in my life had I felt so much pain. But the good thing was, the overall throbbing pain had stopped from her pushing the gunk out. Eww. Afterwards, they took X-rays and I took the most epic x-ray ever. A middle finger.
After they butchered my finger, they gave me Ibuprofen for the pain and amoxicillin for the infection that I have to take twice for 10 days.
Besides having my finger smashed like a hot dog, I then had to go to CVS to pickup my meds. And that’s when the boyfriend started to become a problem again. The cashier told me to wait 15 minutes for my prescription, so in the meantime I sat with the boyfriend just chatting. While chatting, he pulls a bottle from his pocket and takes a sip from his mostly empty bottle of liquor. That’s when I knew he had run off somewhere to buy alcohol while he was waiting for me to see the doctor. It never fails. Anytime he goes outside, whether it’s with me, anyone or alone, he can’t keep away from drinking.
Not long after, I go up to the cashier to pickup my meds. A moment later, I hear him in the ambiance of store, yelling something unintelligible from the waiting area, causing a scene like a toddler. I’m so used to him yelling, that I don’t even hear him anymore. But as he comes up behind me, the cashier says to me, “If you need help, blink twice for ‘yes'”. She wasn’t joking. So embarrassing. Now she’s thinking I’m a battered woman. Seconds later, my boyfriend is yelling at the clerk and he takes over the screen I was signing for my prescription on and continues yelling at the clerk. Not only do I want to sink into the earth from humiliation, but I’m also pissed off myself.
The big thing though was I was worried the infection was caused by diabetes, but they checked for that and it was good to find out I wasn’t diabetic. My blood glucose was 83.
Tomorrow, I have to make appointments for my finger and I will make it my due diligence that one of those calls will be to DHS, to see about getting housing. I have to move out of here immediately.