Lymphomatoid Papulosis: GAME OVER!

It finally got the better of me. That's right the LyP has finally made it's mark on me and there's nothing I can do.

It all started with a day full of service calls on Tuesday. I was scheduled for every second of the day. I was already exhausted by mid afternoon, but I had two more calls to go. My foot (affected by the LyP) had the feeling of a twisting knife jabbing into the side of it. I was in some serious pain. By noon time I had noticed all kinds of yellow and green colors associated with the blister. It was ugly.

I finally hit my last service call of the day, and by this time I am barely limping along. After a few minutes there, the lady who's computer I was working on (Joyce Zollman) said that Dr. Woods was there. I asked her if she thought he'd look at my foot. She said "of course he would." Me being reluctant told her I probably shouldn't because he wasn't on duty and it would be very rude of me. She told me it would be no big deal and I had better go ahead. So she ended up asking for me, and he said he'd have no problem at all taking a look because he 'loved his job.' So without anymore reservation, I showed him. He was immediately startled and told me I had a serious infection. He (just like the majority of doctors) knew nothing about my condition which cased the blister, but could tell the blister in itself was seriously infected, in fact it was flirting with going into the bone. He told me to go to the emergency room immediately because I needed antibiotics to get a handle on the situation or I could end up possibly even amputating my foot. I took the advice seriously, and even Joyce said herself "when Dr. Woods says to go, you go, because he is a pretty conservative guy when it comes to this kind of stuff." I told her that I didn't want to end up paying and arm and a leg on something I could go in for the next day. She asked me if it was worth losing my foot... and I was like "NO!" So I took the advice, and went into the emergency room. After about a 45 minute wait with friend Chris Gamboa, I was seen by Dr. Powers. She, too was alarmed at the infection and said I had a choice to get the antibiotics in my system by a shot or an IV. I said, how about the IV -- and she said it would take much longer to do that. That is when Chris piped in and said "get a shot in the butt and get the heck out of here Levi!" I was reluctant to do so, but decided to go with the second option. What I didn't realize is when they showed up they decided not to give me the shot in my butt, but in my thigh. Plus, instead of just one thigh, they wanted to poke me in both thighs because of the amount of antibiotic they were going to inject into me. I sucked it up (being a veteran of the needle from my cancer days), took the shots and got out of there shortly before midnight.

The doc demanded that I stay home with my foot above my heart for two days. She said I was not to have a shoe or sock on it as it needed to dry out and start to heal. I asked her if this meant not going into work and being on my feet all day... and she was like "uh, yeah, that's exactly what I am saying." So, I stayed home all day Wednesday and will be home on Thursday as well hopped up on pain meds and a heavy dose of antibiotics to get well. After all, I have a wedding to film Saturday. This whole incident couldn't have come at a worst time as I am also moving out of my office space into my home. It seems everything is happening at once, but I am supposed to just rest and let my foot get rid of this infection. It has been a wild couple of days, but I am thankful for my friend Chris coming to the ER and staying with me. I am thankful for my mom and sister helping me out while I am laid up. I am also thankful for the fact that I had a stroke of good luck on a service call. Without such luck, could have left me without a right foot.

-LB