So, to recap:
There was a wedding, and Mike was Best Man. Looka my son!
Yes that's me in the green dress - running...?
(also he got his grades from his first semester of college and it was 2 A's, 2B's. He thought maybe he wasn't as smart as he used to be. He's stupid for thinking that.)
I was starting to feel a cold or something coming on at this point, but pushed through it. This wedding took place outside (San Diego, but it was still cold) and here you should hear foreshadowing music. Then the day after this wedding Jeff and I left for Idyllwild, a wonderful, small mountain community about 1.5 hours away from SD. I was feeling sick with a real cold by this time, but a romantic cabin! A week with my husband! A HOT TUB on the deck! Both dogs! I pushed through.
Yeah. I was so, so sick. I had a sore throat like never before, and recognized my old friend Chronic Sinus Infection. I didn't realize until the 3rd day that the romantic comfy fires we had blazing were making me SO MUCH WORSE. By the third day I told Jeff (croaked, really) that it felt like I had one of these in my throat:
I cried every time I swallowed. It sucked.
He looked up an Urgent Care that was about 35 miles away and we got ready to go - on a whim he called the place just before we left and uh, Xmas eve, it was CLOSED. So sorry you are deathly ill, move along. We went to the town pharmacy and I bought one of everything and went back to the cabin. I soaked in the hot tub (so romantic what with the honking and coughing and gasping and crying) which helped because of the steam.
Christmas morning, 2013 *honk*
We spent Xmas eve and day watching AMC holiday movies and he drank his beer and I had soup and I felt SO very ill, it's hard to describe how awful it was. My throat was so sore. I was taking 3 advil, then 2 hours later 3 Tylenol, then 2 hours later 3 advil - etcetera. Yeah, it was FISTFULLS of pain relievers but if I didn't do it that way I cried until the next dose. I used my neti-pot and ugh. We left the day after Christmas, 3 days early.
$1,500 spent on a vacation cabin for me to be sick as fuck. I did get dressed (xmas eve, the day we thought we were going to urgent care) and we took the dogs on a short walk:
My ears felt like they were going to burst blood like in a horror movie and I thought maybe there were a couple of very angry cats covered in lemon juice and hot sauce in my throat. Awful.
The day we came home we dropped the dogs off at the house and went directly to an urgent care (rather than the VA, trying to avoid a throng.) (that didn't work out as planned.) we waited 2 hours to be seen at urgent care, with me collapsed on Jeff's shoulder the whole time. (surrounded by a crush of humanity that was equally as sick) (luckily there were no sick children, my god the misery that would have been for everyone). Diagnosis? Yes yes, bad sinus infection, but also? Strep throat. With canker sores and *pus* on my throat. Scrip for amoxicillin and Flonase and off we went.
And here is what I've looked like for the last few days. Today I'm finally up this morning, but not planning on doing anything more than washing sheets and throwing used tissues away.
I haven't been this sick since before I quit work. I remember that last sickness - you don't forget shit like this. CHILDBIRTH was easier- I at least got a kid out of that! I've had sinus infections every year, but not like this. This was one for the books.
I hate taking antibiotics. I refuse to go to doctors. In fact the urgent care doc I finally saw agreed with me, at first, that maybe just the Flonase (steroidal nasal spray, anti-inflammatory) would work. She didn't see anything on my throat at first. I asked her to look further back, where my ears/throat/sinuses meet. That's when she jumped back like she'd seen her grandmother naked and made a screechy noise and said (pointing at me like I was a witch) PUS! SORES! and I said *croak* *wahhh!* and so, there ya go. I surprised the doc. Moral? Have them look again. It was at that point that she said "sometimes antibiotics are the only way" and I said "gimme" and that was that.
So anywhozle, I'm back, and I'm alive. I'm so incredibly glad the holidays are over. I want to plant my patio and buy a new bike at the Walmart and get some new dishes (I'm giving my vintage dishes away) and just get going on the new year.
BTW - there is going to be a full moon - a NEW MOON! on January 1. How very serendipitous. This was a fantastic year, full of really, really wonderful things. I moved from Maryland, spent a huge amount of time reconnecting with Mike, we live in a great apartment overlooking the pool, right on the river-bed, near the ocean, in San Diego. My life is so very blessed.
But December can kiss my ass.