Probably More Than You Really Want to Know
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Well, hello Insult!
Have you met my friend Injury?
As if having the coldest, wettest vacation in history wasn't enough, I started sneezing while we drove home on Saturday. And my head started feeling kind of stuffy. And my throat started getting sore.
As soon as we got home and unloaded the car I said, "I'm going to bed. I don't feel so well." I took two Nyquil capsules (something I NEVER do) and hit the sack.
And this is pretty much where I've spent the past 36 hours since coming home.
Except for the three hours I spent in Urgent Care to get a simple little strep test which turned out to be negative. Figures. Insult to injury, right?
But the doc gave me a prescription anyway, and with a wink and a nod he said, "If you're not feeling better in a week, go ahead and fill this." {*wink, wink*}
Hey, I have a life to live and a LOT going on this week, and I don't have time to be sick. (And besides, I'm a probiotic junkie--just ask my family--and I hardly EVER get sick, so this is especially bothersome to me.) You can bet I filled that prescription as soon as we left Urgent Care. Call it a precautionary measure. (And those of you with your medical degrees who might be reading this, please don't write to tell me how terrible it is to take precautionary antibiotics. I already know.)
So, Insult and Injury are sitting right next to me on my bedside table. Along with a box of kleenex, a glass of water, and that prescription packet.
At least I have plenty of reading material!
Have you met my friend Injury?
As if having the coldest, wettest vacation in history wasn't enough, I started sneezing while we drove home on Saturday. And my head started feeling kind of stuffy. And my throat started getting sore.
As soon as we got home and unloaded the car I said, "I'm going to bed. I don't feel so well." I took two Nyquil capsules (something I NEVER do) and hit the sack.
And this is pretty much where I've spent the past 36 hours since coming home.
Except for the three hours I spent in Urgent Care to get a simple little strep test which turned out to be negative. Figures. Insult to injury, right?
But the doc gave me a prescription anyway, and with a wink and a nod he said, "If you're not feeling better in a week, go ahead and fill this." {*wink, wink*}
Hey, I have a life to live and a LOT going on this week, and I don't have time to be sick. (And besides, I'm a probiotic junkie--just ask my family--and I hardly EVER get sick, so this is especially bothersome to me.) You can bet I filled that prescription as soon as we left Urgent Care. Call it a precautionary measure. (And those of you with your medical degrees who might be reading this, please don't write to tell me how terrible it is to take precautionary antibiotics. I already know.)
So, Insult and Injury are sitting right next to me on my bedside table. Along with a box of kleenex, a glass of water, and that prescription packet.
At least I have plenty of reading material!
