Back in WWII over 70,000 soldiers were ailed with what was known as "Jeep Rider's Disease" or a Pilonidal Cyst. It is basically a cyst on the coccyx, or tailbone. They only occur in .026% of the US population, so I guess I can say I'm a new member of a club that's very rare to get into... Oh how I wish I wasn't... It hurts, it hurts to sit down, it hurts to lay down, it hurts to drive, it hurts to ride, it hurts to bend over, it hurts... period. So here's my initiation story to this elite club...
Osborn; 1545 hours; phone call, to "Dad"
"Is there any way you can do the mowing at the city park, it hurts really bad to sit down on this thing, i think my broken tailbone is moving"
Dad- "Well it won't get done today but I guess if you can't do it you can't do it"
Me- "Thanks dad"
END PHONE CALL
Cameron; 1415 hours
I tell mom my tailbone is hurting and I need a doc appointment. I schedule one for 0800 hours Monday 16 June 2008. I go to church after icing it for a while. When I return home, it hurts even worse. Mom and I watch TV until 2115 hours and I go to dad's, sitting on a pillow the whole drive.
Osborn; 2145 hours; pain level, 7.5; medication of choice, Aleve.
I tell dad, and it is obvious, I'm in pain. We go to bed shortly after.
Osborn; Thursday 12 June 0045 hours; bed; pain level, 9
I called mom, in tears the pain was so bad. I couldn't sleep because I couldn't find a comfortable position to lay in due to the pain. She said we'd get an earlier appointment and to try to fall asleep. I went in and finally fell asleep. I don't get service in dad's house so when she tried calling and texting me, I never got them. I was awakened by the sound of the door opening and mom looking for me. I got up and we decided to go to the ER.
Cameron; 0155 hours; pain level 8
We get to the ER and tell them we think it's my Tailbone. The doctor looks at it and instantly says, look's like a Pilonidal Cyst to me. They gave me a shot, I will never figure out how they fit a golfball through the surrenge, and some pain meds, sent my pained little butt home.
Cameron; 0250 hours; pain level 6
We got home and ate some cereal, I went to bed around 0430 hours when I could finally sleep.
Cameron; 0900 hours; painlevel 5
I woke up, took my medicines and laid on the couch bored as a 2X4 all day. Nothing really happened.
Cameron; 1500 hours; painlevel 2 (thank you pain pills, or no thanks?)
I had started feeling sick and thought it was possibly the pain pills. I called the doctors office and they said just take Aleve instead of them. I threw up immediately after hanging up. I haven't taken them since, felt fine since then too.
and the rest of the story is boring, just like me sitting around for two days!
I have to have surgery soon to have it drained, this could put me out of work for a while UGH! I hate not working. not working = no money!
Prayers would be nice, but not necessary... or are they???
thank you for reading my ridiculous blog that i made into a military log for no reason!
2 comments:
Glad you are doing better, and of course prayers are necessary, we want you to get better. Miss you buddy.
Yup, I had one of them back in Nam. The humidity and lack of proper hygeine is what caused it. My battalion was pinned down behind enemey lines. I had to march for miles, shoot at enemies and sleep on the floor with a lump in my ass for 2 weeks!
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