I went through that crazy period of time where I just wasn’t feeling very well. My doctor had put me on one course of antibiotics, which helped a great deal but didn’t get me to 100% awesomeness. After a while, I paid her another visit. She was sympathetic, and gave me a prescription for a super-duper antibiotic, with instructions that I didn’t need it. Now. But if, without really getting 100% better, I got worse, I would have it to fill and wouldn’t have to visit her again.
Well, I got mostly better. Never really shook a sniffle, but I felt better than I had for quite a while.
Then Friday…. I woke up with a touch of a sore throat. Kinda like you get if you sleep in a weird position with your mouth open. But then by mid-afternoon, I was definitely not feeling well. Took a rest on the couch for awhile, woke up with a bit of a temperature. Took it easy the rest of the day, took some Tylenol and went to bed early.
Woke up Saturday (at like 1:00 pm !!!) and swore someone must have shoved glass down my throat while I was sleeping. Managed to look at my tonsils and they were coated in white puss. Fever got up near 102. I was alternating between violent chills and sweating spells. Lightheaded, nauseated, and slightly delirious, I called my doctor, to sort of realize she’s a one-doctor office, and she’s not there on Saturday afternoons. Explored options for urgent care clinics in my area. There’s a good pediatric one, but they only take patients up to 21 years old. Called the two they mentioned, but neither was open, which seemed odd and made me realize they were less of “urgent care” and more of “walk-in because you don’t have insurance and a regular general practitioner”. Waiting until Monday wasn’t an option, and the very thorough symptom checker at the Mayo Clinic web site left me convinced that since I could check off just about every strep throat symptom, plus lacking normal signs of a cold or the flu, that strep was a reasonable conclusion, and I sent Frank to fill that prescription that had laid in wait in my purse for three weeks. He also got me lots of yogurt and probiotic supplements to counteract any antibiotic-related digestive ills, sweet man.
Saturday evening I thought I was going to die. Not only was my throat completely raw, but I felt like every time I dozed off that I stopped breathing, and I would jerk awake in a panic. My breathing was labored, or so I felt… I asked Frank to pay close attention and he said it didn’t seem like I was working very hard to breathe (meaning I didn’t seem to be having trouble) and that when I did doze off, I was breathing then, too. I wanted to go to the bathroom but felt too lightheaded to walk and made Frank walk with me. I was convinced my lips would be blue from lack of oxygen, but they looked fine. I looked quite flush and healthy right then, actually, which just wigged me out more. I decided I was more delirious and just went to bed. For 12 hours.
Sunday, more general miserableness, but I actually ate (but only motivated by taking antibiotics and needing to take them on a full stomach).
Monday, more humanness returned, but going up the stairs in our house made me want to take a nap. I cooked a simple dinner (something my mom made all the time when I was a kid… I obviously was in need of some comfort!)
Today, finally, almost normal. Still pretty tired and worn-out feeling, but my throat has only a smidge of a hint of hurting.
I do NOT want to do that again, thank you very much.
In other, more interesting and less grody news, my application for school is complete, and is part-way through the review process. My contact at the admissions department is super cool and is keeping me apprised. My coursework has all been reviewed for proper content (I don’t have the results yet — don’t know if I have any catch-up to do in the general education area, but I’m very confident I have enough business coursework for the content area) and is now just awaiting the final review to decide if I’m “in”. So that’s cool, and nerve-wracking.