Y'all do remember that time I was told I had endocarditis, right? On Tuesday I went to the doctor because I'd had swelling in my lymph nodes for a week, and it was starting to get painful. The doctor checked me over for all of 3 minutes and referred me to a specialist.

When I called the specialist? Fertility Clinic. Which, not actually my problem. I have a fairly good idea why I'm not pregnant right now.

I called the Doctor back and learned that she had been trying to send me to an OB/GYN or a breast surgeon. (The swollen lymph nodes are in my underarms.) (It occurs to me that some of y'all may not actually want these details.)The secretary at the office decided to give me the name of an Endocrinologist.

I called TRgirl, who managed to give me the name of an actual OB/GYN. I saw another Doctor in that practice yesterday. He checked me over and asked me about a bug bite that I have on my right boob. (Damn v-neck shirts). Turns out that, although this doesn't explain the swelling from a week ago, I have quite the skin infection around the bite. (Skin infection on my boob. I am the sexy.) I really think the first doctor should have caught it. I mean, it didn't occur to me, but I'm not actually a doctor, and the large, spreading, warm redness didn't raise any red flags. But really, the first doctor probably should have seen it.

Anyway, I am now on antibiotics. Not as massive as cat bite antibiotics, but still. (Oh, and they should take care of whatever other infection was present.)

Ok, it's not as bad as the time that Goose was diagnosed with pneumonia when he really had appendicitis, but still...