So after calling the on-call nurse, I went to the ER. The pain in my back at my upper incision was hurting so badly I spent the entire day in bed not even getting up to go pee because it hurt to even roll over. I don't understand though why I always question myself before going in to the doctor.

So I get there and my mom goes in to get help to get me out of the car, and the guy comes out is told of my surgery and RSD, and was as careful and strong as he needed to be. I get inside. Luckily I was the 3rd in line. However, the waiting room was practically full. My mom was with me so I knew I had good company.

I get called back. It was only to get my temperature and blood pressure. Because of my pain my blood pressure was 133/96. I hate that. Normal is 120something/81. Also, I had NO temperature. I was confused at this point. I was thinking spread by this time and HOPING they found something as simple as an infection. Those are curable, my RSD spreading is NOT. The nurse who brought me back was also knowledgeable about RSD and was very easy with me.

So back to the waiting room I go. My son was with me, only cause he loves being with his Ama. He brought his DSLite and the moment we got there, there was this little girl, his age it turns out, and she had a DSLite too. In fact, she had the SAME game as him. He taught her how to connect both systems together. So at the ER, my son found a friend. In fact, we were still waiting when she was done and she practically ran out of the back to come see the boy. Her mom followed her out and asked if they could have our phone number. That their daughter and my son get along so well and she would like them to call each other

After they left, and phone numbers exchanged, I leaned in close to my mom, and said with the boy just at the verge, or already starting, puberty, is this a good idea that they "start hanging out"? It is though. I know it is. She is such a cutie. Even my son said she was a cutie. She was in for an asthma attack. Whatever medication they gave her made her so hyper, and at midnight. I feel bad for her mom trying to get her up in the morning for school. She probably stayed home today. I told the boy, "you know, hanging out with her, she is going to keep you on your feet. She is a very active young lady." The boy said, "I know", and smiled.

So I finally get called back. I get wheeled to a bed. I crawl in and lay on my side, still in so much pain. The doctor comes in takes a look and proceeds to tell me that I do not have a fever and the scar actually doesn't look too bad, just a little pink. She feels around my back, asks me more questions, and then checks out my other scar. Thank the Lord for another scar. She compared the two scars and said that there was a noticeable difference. She got herself up close to get a much better look and said yep it was infected. She felt directly onto the scar and I started crying and she said yep.

Now, she was shocked. They all seemed shocked. I was showing only minimal signs of infection. No fever, no abscess, no swelling, no pus, and only minimal warmth, but extreme tenderness. I am SO sensitive about my body. Even before the RSD, when my appendix was removed, I had doubled over in pain, and come to find out, it only twitched. Yep, twitched. No bursting, no swelling, just twitching. I don't know if I am just in tune with my body or just EXTREMELY sensitive to EVERYTHING.

I was given an antibiotic shot and a shot of dilauded for the pain. K, so now I am on Cephalexin, 500mg, 4 x's a day.

I want to add that the doctors and nurses are getting it. The people at the hospital, from Check-In to the Doctor, treated me with compassion and gentleness. They all really accepted and knew how to treat me. It was nice. I didn't have to try and explain anything, except for how I got RSD.