Well, I went to the hospital and got a doctor's opinion (notice I did not say a professional opinion).
I went at lunchtime after teaching because it was throbbing so much last night that I could not sleep.
Firstly I got a lecture for not coming in that morning. I explained that I had class, but that was not OK. Next we went into a room marked 'surgery' and I began to worry. She opened the blinds to let some light in - causing a small audience to gather, including some of my students. They were on their way to see a sick classmate, so they came inside and into the surgery room for support.
I sat down on a stool and the doctor pulled a rubbish bin next to me. She opened a sack containing clearly not sterile bits and pieces and selected a pair of scissors. She pulled a cotton ball out of some yellow liquid and swabbed the area.
She asked me not to look. I declined her kind offer.
Then she attempted to cut the side of my finger open. The scissors did not have a sharp enough point, so this hurt a lot. Next she got another tool and squeezed pus from my finger into the rubbish bin. Ouch.
After more swabbing, squeezing and grimacing (from both the doc and I) she deemed it clean. She squeezed some junk on to gauze and taped it to my finger. She gave me a prescription for some medicine and a bill for 5Y. I paid the bill and got my medicines. I doubt I will take them.
I need to return tomorrow to have the dressing changed. Same for Thursday.
After this was finished I went back into the doctor's room to get my gloves/hat/scarf. She noticed that my broken finger also was a little infected. She wanted to cut that one open too, but there was no way I was letting her blunt scissors anywhere near my busted up finger. That one is nearly healed, anyway.
I don't really want to go back to get more of this oozy stuff and gauze. I think I will tea tree oil it and then put some vaseline on top and a bandaid. The less contact I have with that hospital the better.