The severe pillow creases on my face serve to remind me why I typically limit myself to taking only a single Benadryl at a time when I’m feeling this crappy.
Anywho. Back to bed.
I have the same surgery on Monday! Good luck!
Good luck to you too! You’ll be my guinea pig!
Sayonara, tonsils. (Taken with Instagram at University Otolaryngology)
I’m carefully considering the ramifications of performing a self-tonsillectomy.
I’ve consistently suffered from at least 4 sore throats per year for the past 10 years. My objective is to find a new doctor that actually cares about me as a patient and to visit an ENT specialist to discuss my options.
A few years ago I started adding my sicknesses as yearly-repeating events on my Google calendar.
Now I’m beginning to see patterns.
The fourth week of April can go fuck itself.
Anyway. My predictions were spot on. When the doc walked in he gave me a look like “Really? Again with this shit?”
The rapid strep test came back negative. He took another culture that he’ll send to the lab for a full test.
He still thinks it’s probably Group A Strep and he sent me away with a script for Amoxicillin and a recommendation to continue my Advil/Tylenol regimen for the swelling and the pain.
I just swallowed 8 pills in one sitting. Experience tells me that if this is indeed strep, the Amoxicillin will kick in after a day and I’ll feel almost 100% better by Friday. If it’s not strep, I’ll just be needlessly eating antibiotics and for 10 days. In either case, I’ve got 10 days of Stinky-Pee™ to look forward to.
Holy crap when did I turn into an old man?
Dave Thomas never would’ve let this happen.
(fml. before tonight, I can’t remember the last time I barfed. this sucks.)
All I got for my birthday was a painful cold and John Krasinski’s nose. Lame.
Thanks for all your birthday wishes so far. Much love to all of you.
As if it wasn’t bad enough that I destroyed my keyboard this morning, I also woke up with a sore throat.
That means I’ll have a full blown cold within 2 days, and I’ll burn through an entire box of tissues within 7, and I won’t feel normal until 10.
But this shit? This shit is the worst thing anyone can ever put in their mouth. I know what you’re thinking (…ladies) “No, Steve. It’s not the worst.” But, I mean it. This shit is the worst. Ugh. Nasty.
Also, now I can’t feel my tongue, but my tongue wasn’t the part that needed the numbing, yet my throat still hurts like a son of a bitch. You’d think that by now the people at Medtech Products Inc. would have improved their delivery system, but no, you’d be wrong. It’s still the same stupid goddamn pump spray that they’ve been using for 50 years. One pump and your entire mouth has been coated by a fine mist of Phenol 1.4%, you start gagging because it tastes like somoene died in your mouth, and within seconds you drool it all out because you’re too numb to control it.
2009 isn’t letting me go without another flareup of my mystery illness.
Oh well. At least it’s warm here in my bed.
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
I don’t want to go on the cart!
Last night I ate two Tylenol and then went to bed: throat sore, body aching. The meds kept me up all night, alternating hot sweats and chills. This morning I awoke with my stomach in knots, and then I looked out the window to see the season’s first snow coating everything. Nauseous and H1N1 panicky is not the way I wanted to celebrate the first snow in my new house.
I’m gonna drink some Alka-Seltzer Cold (this is good stuff) and hopefully leave work after my 9am meeting.