Dad is in town and in pretty bad shape — throat stuff, eye stuff — his doc at home thinks he’s got staph or strep — we’re taking him to my doc this afternoon. He can’t drive like this and anyway the weather is crap.
I’ll be seeing the same doc in the appointment slot right after his, because… okay, this is complicated.
I have a subcutaneous scar on my right temple from when I had chicken pox as a little kid. It’s the size of … nothing. Like, a small little hard lump the size of a BB under the skin — 25 years it’s been there. You can’t even see it if you don’t know it’s there.
Well, last night, I noticed it was sore. I looked in the mirror and I had swelling around it the size of a dime — looked like someone had tried to take a balpeen hammer to my noggin.
This morning, the swelling is an inch and a half across, the scar is REALLY sore, my right eye and right jaw are sore, and… well, my face isn’t numb, but it’s kind of… dull. Or something.
Anyway. I have my 30-year checkup scheduled next week anyway, but the nurse thought I should come in sooner because of the rapid swelling. Hard point to argue.
