I’m recovering from a nice bout of mastitis. It’s roughly the effect of having a flu twice as bad as the worst flu you can imagine, and with no gradual build-up to warn you that it’s coming. One moment you’re fine, and in the next you feel like you’ve had a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster. Oh, and a very sore boob.
Now, under threat on most medical websites that it can turn into an abscess that has to be surgically drained if I don’t, I am on yet another course of antibiotics. Heaven help me if the aliens release bacteria to take over the earth when they come, since I will be resistant to all antibiotics by then.
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My condolences! My wife also got mastitis and she was miserable, reporting the same feelings as you. We never went the antibiotics route, but I wonder if we should have because she ended up getting it, I think, 3 times. Maybe 4. All of which really sucked.
It was also annoying because it is so vague as to what might cause it… Though she noticed that it stopped appearing after we moved away from the nipple shield, which we had been using pretty much exclusively.
Yeah. That was the other thing about the medical websites. They kept adding “and be sure to stop doing whatever caused it in the first place!” But it was hard to know what that was.