May I be excused? I seem to have the plague.
So I wake up this morning, and get ready for work. I’m minding my own business, doing my thing. I notice I’m a little more allergy eyed than usual, but that’s no big deal. I get to work, grab some breakfast, and take my antibiotics. Again, I’m minding my own business, working like I’m two people (since the other assistant with whom I work is out today and tomorrow), when I decide to go to the bathroom. I happen to glance in the mirror on my way to a stall, and notice something a bit disturbing. My right eye is still very reddish pink. Not normal, I think to myself. Fearing the worst (as apparently I should), I hunted the office for mothers (since mine knows everything about illnesses, I figure it goes with motherhood). The first three women I encountered had children who mysteriously never had pink eye. The fourth was one of those learned, wise mother types, and she verified my fear. Pink eye.
First I get sick with a cold and upper respiratory infection. I go to the doctor, get poked viciously (I still have a large bruise on my arm from the drawing of vital fluids), signed up for a sleep study, and come away with a prescription for horse pills. This weekend I have a break out of fever blisters (one on each side of my mouth…and on each lip…yay for diagonal symmetry?). I catch them in time that they don’t go monster blister on me, but they still look…well…plague-ish. Today, I go to work with pink eye (oh…and I burned the fire out of my tongue drinking my cup of English breakfast tea this morning too). The people at my office (and my roommate for that matter) are starting to think I’m just a plague carrier of some sort.
On the plus side, I think I can’t go anywhere from here but up. It’s Christmas next week. I work a half day tomorrow. I got my blood test results back, and with the exception of a slightly high triglyceride score (which can be explained by the cookies and chocolate milk I’d had for breakfast that day) everything came back normal. I’m hoping tomorrow proves my theory right.
I hope all of you are doing well!
Mother hunts are actually the way to go with illness, I’ve learned. But yikes, you poor thing!!! *hugs* I hope you feel better soon, by which I mean before I finish typing this sentence, ’cause not only are you too awesome to be a plague-carrier, but it’s the holidays, so you’re that much more in need of feeling amazing and chipper and cheerful and healthy.
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You need bedrest and vitamins! Vitamins, I say!!! Feel better, -Mike
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