pstlyfdiva's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If I am going to do it, I do it all the way.
Since we last spoke I have had been a busy girl. Last week was the H!gh P0!nt Furniture M@rket, the twice a year exposition of all things homeware. A mecca of sorts in my industry. There is no rescheduling it, no sick days, no getting out of it…period. It is when it is and that is that. That is why when I woke up Sunday with a sore throat I brushed it off. And why when I woke up Monday with a sore throat and fever I still packed my luggage and went on the car ride down to NC. “It is Market. I have to go,” is what I told C when she tried to cajole me into staying in bed. I should have listened. The long and short of it is that I never actually made it to Market, just the hotel. I passed out on top of the comforter, fully clothed for four hours. When I woke up I looked in my throat only to be greeted with a large blood-filled pustule. Freak out time. I called C. I called my mother. I was scared. Finally my boss came back to the hotel; she (and my mother) wanted me to go to an emergency room. I just wanted to go home. C drove the 2 ½ hours to rescued me. My knightess in blue shining armor. The next morning the doctor said it was the worse case of strep throat she had ever seen, that there were six more of those blood filled blisters going down my throat. She gave me all sorts of warnings about if I heard my breathing change or if it felt a certain way to get to the hospital immediately, as she was concerned about my throat closing. If I am going to do it, I do it all the way. She gave me steroids and antibiotics. It has been years since I have been given steroids, I forgot how great they can be if you are really sick. After just the first dose I could tell a difference. They definitely brought me back to the land of the human. My office was petrified of me spreading it, so they made me stay out the remainder of the week. Friday I felt totally better, so it was like a free vacation day! C did not work Thursday or Friday either, so we had some extra time together. (Another long story, which I am not going to get into on here.) It was like playing hooky, but no worries about getting “caught”! 11:17 a.m. - 2007-04-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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