HAPPY NEW YEAR... and then it hit me. I was enjoying a great New Year day. Slept in, kicked it around the house, and went to a movie, without a care in the world. Work the next day, but that is okay, because I am having fun. I felt fine, or so I thought. I bit of a scratch in the back of my throat and a runny nose, but it is just a cold. Wrong, wrong and wrong. The movie theater was a little cold. THE MOVIE THEATER WAS A LITTLE COLD!!! Oh cruel world! Why have you bestowed upon us such things as bacteria?
No sooner than I had exited the movie theater did the uncontrollable chill hit me. You know what I am talking about if you have ever had any spectacular illnesses. It’s the chill that will not go away. You pile on blanket after blanket and then lay there trying to convince yourself that this is not happening. I will just sleep it off. I have to warm up soon, right? Then your wife comes in, touches you on the head, and says you are on fire. Huh? I am freezing. Temperature is taken and it is way higher than it should be. Damn. Wife looks at throat and there are white spots all over it. DAMN. Time check; it is after ten at night. DAMN! Do we go to the doctor? Not a big fan of hospitals, but the decision is easy when you are shaking so bad you can barely stand and throat is so swollen you cannot talk. Off to the ER. Funny, didn’t I spend Christmas evening in an ER as well?
Covered in many layers of clothing and blankets, I felt like the kid from The Christmas Story (didn’t watch that this year, damn). I got in, filled out the paperwork, and they took me back to a bed rather quickly. Thanks to the nice nurse and her magic, heated blankets, seriously these blankets were awesome, I warmed up rather nicely. Took about an hour for a doctor to get to me, but I didn’t really care, because I was covered in magic blankets. The doctor took one look at my throat and said, “strep”. What I already knew, but did not want to hear. Straight penicillin was prescribed and I begged for something to take the pain and swelling from my throat. A couple Lortab and we were out of there.
I get dropped off at home, another trip through the freezing cold – should have asked for magic blankets to go - and my wife and sister in law are off to get my prescription. I don’t let my wife know enough that I love her. It is times like these that she truly needs praise. My wife is a super hero. I love her so much for helping me through this. She made me soup, brought me medicine, stayed up late with me and just put up with a whiny sick guy. Thanks sweetheart.
Well, it is three days latter and I am ready to do New Years all over again. This time without the ~GRAPHIC~ bloody phlegm balls, raw and savaged throat, having soup for every meal and forcible coach zombie syndrome (look it up). Today I actually went and got some solid food and a shake. I was very sick of soup. I have tried to do a little more today, not too much though, to get myself going again. I will have to have some fun this weekend, if I am up to it, and then it is back to work.
All in all, I consider this a great start to the New Year. Things can only get better from here. The ones I love the most, were there for me. That is the most important thing. I can always count on them and I will need more of it this year. So, I will start of the New Year with a “thanks”, not a whine, whimper or complaint. Thanks. Thanks for my newly found and increasing health. Thanks for my wife and family. Thanks for all that I have, because there are plenty of people who don’t have much. Oh, and (insert sound of phlegm being hacked up as throat clears) HAPPY NEW YEAR HIPPIES!!!!!
- Dr. Worm
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