With S[C]arah Tactics – pt 2 nearly finished and my telephone interview with a California RN done and notes sorted, my husband (whom we have assumed has had the flu for a few days) says to me “I think you need to have a look at this and tell me what you think.”

Turning around and removing his tee revealed a dark, oozing red mark at least four inches in diameter sitting atop a lump (just below the shoulder) at least twice the size more.

Ignoring his macho, ever-so-male-I-don’t-need-a-doctor protests, I’ve arranged to get him to the hospital this morning. 

Fingers crossed.