After two nights in hospital and a week off work, I thought I was on the mend. Until I saw the specialist on Tuesday morning, and the specialist saw the inner workings of the red-hot-poker-boob with the ultrasound machine. And in her words:
We have a saying around here: never let the sun go down on undrained pus.
Out came the needles. Three of them to be precise. I'll leave the rest to your imagination.
Despite my best protests, she ordered me to take another week off work, even signing one of those certificates saying that I was "unfit for work".
I showed it to Milkbaby but he tried to eat it.