Tits On Fire, Rolling Down the Road
I’m dreading the doctor’s office after the experience I had the first time there was titty trouble.
My breasts are sore. I woke up yesterday and had a swollen, hard lump in my left breast. The supposedly healthy breast.
I had a benign cyst in one breast last year and it worked itself out. The NHS did what it could but it isn’t a good time to be ill in the UK.
My partner says to call the doctor. But let me tell you what happens when you do that:
If you get through, they will see you eventually. Maybe. Then, you get a referral. You go to a hospital. You wait and then a person you will never see again has you change into a hospital gown so they can look at your breasts.
Then they tell you every thing it could be except cancer and send you home. They might tell you to come back in six months. They might not.
You may have a seeping wound on your breast that is red and hot to the touch. Sure, sepsis is scary, but they just give you some antibiotics and tell you not to worry.
I worried. And the wound seeped and pussed and bled. Until one day a bit of hard white tissue came out of the pore that had been inflamed and the wound began to heal.