it’s not about you

So i woke up at 3:30 this morning with my left boob hurting so bad that i could barely roll over. Damn mastitis. I don’t know where this stuff comes from, but it sure hurts like hell. It feels like someone took a fire-hot poker, shoved it into me where my boob meets my chest wall under my arm, and ran it through my nipple. And then said evil person decides to twist the poker every few minutes. I can’t hardly even lift my arm. I have a fever. I have a lump the width of two of my fingers that whole side of my boob. This is by far the worst case I’ve ever had.

I called in sick to work today and am spending the day in bed, drinking gallons of water, popping vitamin C like candy and trying to do something about the situation. I’ll spare you the gory details. I’ll also spare you what my milk looks like today. Let’s just say it isn’t exactly white. I’ve drunk enough water that I want to throw up if I have to drink anymore. I have to pee every ten minutes. I really don’t want to have to take an antibiotic to get rid of this thing. And I hated missing work this morning. I have a lot to do there.

But I’m getting caught up on being a bum. My loving husband went to Whole Foods for yet more water, vitamin C and garlic and has made me both breakfast and lunch in bed. And it’s kind of fun to be home while Judah is at her peak — she loves mornings, it’s her happiest part of the day. I’ve also been able to catch up on blogs, on blogging (gasp! she blogs!), and had a chance to crack open the Stephen King book I bought at Half Price yesterday.

All in all, despite the excruciating pain, not a bad morning.

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