Dear Readers, I DO have mastitis! (That is an exclamation point of WOE.) I went and saw the smart lady doctor (my spouse teaches her son but this is a small town so we get used to this stuff. For reference, the total 'city' land area is 2.5 square miles.) And I am taking antibiotics (again!). And fluconazole. It turns out I really, really didn't want to wean the baby, no matter what I told myself.
So far, it got better, and now it feels a little worse (t=3.5 days). I may have forgotten a dose in my sleep-deprived haze. I keep telling myself it will be okay either way - and it will- but every time it gets a little worse I am basically sitting with a hot pack on my nipple, sobbing. I'm not entirely sure the antibiotics are working. I am trying to not succumb to despair. She's only twelve weeks old. I'm really, really not ready to wean her, and I feel terrible about having her lip tie clipped if it's going to be for nothing (even though she was totally fine by that afternoon). WAAAAAAAH.