Not my kind of "cottage cheese"

I have had this on going "problem".  I pumped out more milk in my year of nursing than I ever thought possible. My body worked OVERTIME ...

In doing so, I had a little scare with a clogged milk duct, which expresses itself in the form of a lump. Yikes! Not fun when going through all the "worst case scenerios" in your mind for a year.

I have had ultrasounds, doctor appointments, and more doctors appointments waiting for it to GO AWAY... it never did and it came down to this recommendation for Dr. Gorey...

(isn't that a great name for a doctor??)

Dr. Gorey: "Jen, lets take it out!"

Jen: "Whatever you say."

Thinking that she was going to prick me with a needle, and suck out the milk clogged in the home it made for itself.

But no... this is what Dr. Gorey had in mind...

This is what I dealt with today:

Way to go green, with paper hospital bands, John Muir.

Pricked and pumped full of "gatorade". That is what the nurse called it, and because of the "gatorade" I have had to go to the bathroom NON STOP all day today.

The comfy room which I have no recollection of... Apparently I am a "lightweight" or so says the anesthesiologist who put me out. 

I am glad I don't remember this.

I did get to look mighty fine and fashionable in this get up.

 Haven't seen them yet because I have this huge spongy tape covering my upper half.

This is me the rest of the day. Laying on the couch reading all of your blogs, watching movies, sleeping, and trying to eat some food so I can take these

wonderful pain killers so I will be happy.

And you ask, What does any of this have to do with Cottage Cheese? Well apparently, the lump turned out to be a cyst called a lactiferous adenoma, full of curdled breast milk or as Dr. Gorey called it : Cottage Cheese.

I am not sad to see this part of my body gone, and I am really not sorry that I missed seeing my "cottage cheese", can you just imagine what 98.6 degrees and 1 year would do to cottage cheese... there is no way that cyst was sweet smelling!

And there you have it folks.

My day.

I did not neglect my children today. Tyson was super dad. He stayed home from HIS hospital to go to MY hospital with me. My good friend Jenny baby sat the twins for like 5 hours! Thanks a million Jenny!

Then Tyson took the kids on a run, a walk, went to get gas, packed some stuff while watching them, fed them, and put them to bed so I could recuperate.

Thanks Tys! I love you!