The doctor asked me to drop my trousers. At the top of my left leg is a swollen hard red knot about the size of two softballs. Doc said, "Wow."
Then he said, "Bet it hurts." Doctors, I understand, are considered intelligent.
Bottom line, I'm sicker than I first thought. I'm on three antibiotics, one shot into my hip.
All I want to do is sleep.