Friday I started getting a headache. I didn’t think too much of it since I get headaches often, but I got slightly concerned when I started getting sweaty. I’m one of those people who are always cold and don’t feel warm until it is 90 degrees in the shade. By the time I got home from work, I felt sick. The kind of sick that you can’t really pinpoint and say what is wrong except just feeling icky. So Tim and I stayed home and watched Adult Swim’s Home Movies on DVD and just hung out.
Saturday morning I woke up with a super sore throat and thought I was dying. Tim was off on a bike ride and I decided that I better get to the Dr. while I could. I work in a clinic so 1) getting sick is kind of an occupational hazard. Working in a clinic means it’s easy to get sick but also means if you get sick they don’t want you there. I’ve already taken a lot of time off work to go to Florida and to go home to Minneapolis in 10 days (not like I’m counting) so calling in sick is not really an option.
I called the doctor’s office and they said there was an opening in a half an hour, so I got my shoes on and walked the 3 blocks to the Dr.’s office.
It was nice when the nurse recognized me (I’ve only been there once before) and could tell I’ve lost weight!
My blood pressure was high, my respiratory was low, and as I had expected I have strep throat. Tim was home when I got back and was getting ready to go up to Michigan for a race. I think he felt a little bad about leaving but I told him to go. For one, he was going with Matt, so if Tim didn’t go then Matt wouldn’t go either. That’s not fair. For two, having Tim gone allowed me to stretch out on his side of the bed and drool on his pillow.
Unfortunately I am allergic to amphetamines, so the pain killers the Dr. gave me aren’t really “fun.” They do the job of helping with the pain and they make me a little dizzy, but other than that there is no Rush Limbaugh high.
By 7:00 Saturday night I was officially bored out of my mind. I didn’t have the energy to really do anything. I couldn’t read because the pain killers made my eyes fuzzy, and I was silently protesting the surfing movie that Tim got on Netflix by not watching it.
I’m still not feeling 100% today, but I was able to get out of the house for a bit and take a little walk. I’m missing my kickball game, which I’m pretty upset about, but some things can’t be helped.
By tomorrow I’ll be back to the usual grind, whether I feel well or not. It sucks being a grown up. I just want to ask my mommy to call the school secretary and tell her I’m sick. Now I have to earn sick days. How fair is that?!