A White Mustache - Part I

Nine days ago I felt that something painful was growing up on my face, between my mouth and my nose. It was the beginning of a completely unexpected guest, an abscess. Anyway, it’s a disgusting thing to talk and explain but my recent events were so funny for me.

Fighting against my guest during a week, I decided to go to the doctor due to it was winning me the battle, and getting bigger and bigger. I am not a handsome boy but I consider myself as an exotic guy ;). Because of that I didn’t want to go out of my room or talk too much with my classmates,  is embarrassing talking to someone with a big disgusting surprised on your face.

So I went to the doctor, a Middle East man very kind (is not the first time that I see a Middle East doctor in the UK). I explained to him my problem and he gave me a prescription to buy antibiotics in the pharmacy. And at the end he told me: “If you feel that the abscess is getting bigger in 7 days, you must go to the Milton Keynes Hospital Emergencies department.”

I thought: “Yeah right! If I won’t be better tomorrow, I will go straight away."

Anyway, Milton Keynes is around 20 minutes outside Buckingham! And I don’t have a car.         

Thinking that everything was going to improve and I was finally going to win this stupid fight, I bought my medicines and I started to take them immediately. But I was so wrong; it was too late for the antibiotics help.

The following morning the abscess was bigger than ever. My mom, who is the best Paediatrician Doctor in the world, was trying to take care of myself from overseas. The problem was that she is too far away so she couldn’t help me as she wanted. Nevertheless, I said to her how bigger the abscess was and she asked at once to go to the Emergencies in Milton Keynes.

I arrived to the Hospital at 5pm, not a good hour thinking to go back by bus, because they were not going to assist me straight away. At couple of minutes after 6 the doctor calls me, again another Middle East young man. I explained to him my problem and he made me a diabetic test just to be sure if that illness could be the reason, but I don’t have it.

The doctor went to consult to another person my problem, and the only one solution was: “Can you go to Luton Hospital? Because we don’t have a maxillofacial service.”

I couldn’t believe how unlucky I was!