Oh, the best laid plans. Thursday night I got a screaming ear ache that then transferred to my throat. It woke me up at midnight, and the magnitude of the pain so shocked me that I almost had a panic attack. I thought my ear drum was going to rupture. I didn’t sleep a single moment after that and went to urgent care the instant it opened.
Oddly, the visual exam revealed no acute infection, so the doc told me take Tylenol. Seriously? This is the worst sore throat of my life and you dare use the T word!?
So I went to my primary care provider that afternoon. Same thing where I’m telling them this is unimaginable pain, but the exam shows pretty benign throat. At least she gave me some pain medication and did a strep test and mono spot.
Then somehow the pain transferred to the other side of my throat and ear, and got worse. It would be hard to overstate how painful this was. I spent a lot of the day and night screaming hoarsely and sobbing like an infant. I probably haven’t cried like that since I was an infant. That night I stopped being able to swallow so I couldn’t even take medicine or water. I couldn’t even swallow my own saliva. Nothing.
Kent took me to the emergency room Saturday morning, so I could get IV fluids and have my meds injected since I could no longer swallow. I tried to tell a third doctor what was going on. He did an exam and again, throat and ears looked benign, so he said lets do a CT and see if there’s an infection further down that we can’t see. My veins were so collapsed from dehydration that they had to put the IV in the side of my wrist. The CT tech was worried about the contrast hurting in such a tender area, but it was nothing compared to my throat. I didn’t even feel it.
So the CT results came back and the doctor was pretty impressed. Severe infection behind my throat with pharyngeal abscess. Instead of telling me to take Tylenol and sending me home, he put me in an ambulance to the hospital where I’ve been on IV antibiotics and a whole lot of morphine since.
I still haven’t had even a sip of water. I can barely whisper, and that hurts a lot. But my fever has improved, and I’ve been able to take a few naps.
Still waiting for the ENT to come scope my throat and see if anything needs to be drained or removed. My fondest dream is to be able to drink a big glass of ice water. Or juice. I’m sure I’m losing weight on th all morphine diet, though.