y’all may remember my very exciting and very adult trip to the doctor two weeks ago. Wherein they gave me some antibiotics and sent me on my merry way. I got better in, say, 4 days, and because I’m an antibiotics nerd I was very careful to finish up my course as prescribed. IÂ then continued on and commenced to burn my candle at both ends, as per normal.
but then yesterday I woke up feeling crummy. and I felt crummier and crummier as the day went on. but I was primo busy yesterday, so I called and made a doctors appointment for today. wherein I had a throat swab (“nice job!” said the doctor, impressed at my squinty eye repression of gag reflex. he also said “wow!” again and said my throat was “beefy red.” um. yuck?) that told us rapidly that I tested positive for strep. STREP!
so here’s the fun part: I’m allergic to the major family of antibiotics that is preferred for treating strep (penecillian). I’m also allergic to the tier 2 standby, clindamycin. Which leaves, apparently, a fond cousin of CIPRO. EEK! I was totally saving cipro! I hate taking antibiotics, because what if I’m more allergic to them than I was other things? what if I find new ones that hate me? and then what if I get pneumonia? or worse, the terrorists win and I get ANTHRAX? what will I do then?
I guess more important than the potential catching of the ANTHRAX is the part where strep throat can turn into rheumatic fever, which can damage your heart valves. And I have to say, that would be the worst kind of irony ever. My cholestoral ratios are so good right now, and my heart seems to check out fabulously every time I have work done at the doctors. For me to have a damaged heart because of the strep, and not because of my family and it’s crummy heart heritage? that would just be icing. I am so taking these scary cousin-of-cipro drugs, and I will do it with a smile on my face. a big sleepy smile, because I am So Much working from home tomorrow.
on friday michelle and I geared up to drive to pittsburgh for the Fourth! Annual! Mardi Gras! Party! We were excited to go, and then michelle emailed me and asked if I’d heard that Rts 78 and 80 were closed in PA because of solid nasty sheets of ice that had stranded motorists for twenties of hours. No! I hadn’t! and then I mentioned it to mariss, and said that while I’d considered driving up to binghamton and driving south on 81 to 78, 81 was also closed so instead I would take 76 across PA. and then he sent me a news story about a tanker truck full of flammable xylene that had turned over and was being carefully pumped out prior to removal on Rt. 76. Leaving all east-west highways across the entire (very large) state of Pennsylvania shut down on Friday. Eek.
When we learned that all three highways were closed, really, it was like the beginning of a comedy routine. “the bartender says: I can’t serve you here!” you know. or maybe you don’t.
Of course, being the fine adventurers we are, michelle and I decided to go with it. if something bad happened we would stay in a hotel, we said. and besides, I had lots of snacks in the car. so we drove west on 78 until just before the highway closed, and then south on 476, and then west on 76 (which had opened by then). and we drove and drove and drove. it took almost 8 hours to get to Pgh, and partly because I had to stop and take a 30 min. nap on the way out. I was So. Tired!.
but the mardi gras party was so fun! and it’s lovely to see mariss and kelly again, and they’re always such wonderful hosts. speaking of hosts, man, that aurora and jesse throw a good party. and I lost my car keys at the sharrushalards house, so michelle and I had to go see them again on sunday morning! and then by the time we hit the road to go home Rt 78 was open again, so it only took 6 hours (as per normal) to get home! Plus, because we had to make sure we had emergency supplies for the trip home, we stopped at the co-op and stocked up on gluten-free goodies for our trip. tasty.
And here’s me in my crazy sparkle belly dress and associated accoutremonts. (courtesy mariss and kelly!) The theme of the party was “the crystal ball.” with michelle’s guidance and lead, I dressed as an, um, amateur chemist. Right.
Happy Day to my Valentines. Y’all know who you are. Smooch.
As I was going into nyc to meet my friend shannon on sunday for a nice meal of wild boar ribs and kangaroo, I felt kind of crummy. by the time I went to sleep (early) that night my throat was swollen on the left side and I felt pathetic! so I did (for once) the responsible, adult thing. I evaluated my activities for the week and decided I should really take care of myself. And I called in sick.
I’m so bad at calling in sick! but this week I have been really good at not doing any work. I went to the doctor on monday (he said “Wow!” when he looked in my mouth and prescribed antibiotics) and have been sleeping and watching netflix dvds and sleeping. it’s been, actually, kind of super.
I have to say though, this illness should not have been unexpected. I’ve had a whirlwind month of a bad cold, of funerals, of waking up with raw dry throats, of driving to long island and to albany and to albany, and of stressful and sad planning of itineraries. I’ll mention the stress again, there was lots of stress. and sad. and running ragged.
so of COURSE I have an infection in my throat. it still hurts today but the antibioitics seem to be kicking in because I don’t feel like I’ve got a big red hot mushy golfball lodged in my throat. and no hives yet, either, which is a serious concern with me and antibiotics. phew.
Another fine lady passed away after her struggle with the cancer. Cousin John’s Mom passed yesterday morning. She was a champ thorough it all. John, and Mariss, and Kelly: you all know I’m so very sorry about your (our) loss. I am happy to have known her, and I’ll think of her whenever I walk out of someone’s house with a can of coke for the drive.
they say that we make our own families as adults, and I’ve been so blessed with the family of friends that I’ve created. the deaths of two of my dear friends mothers in the last couple of weeks has emphasized to me how much each one of my friends means to me, and how truly important it is to be there for each other. I guess I figure that’s why we’re on this earthship cruising through space: we’re here to love one another, and to make the journey as comfortable for each other as we can.
I’m at it again!
1. The Hippopotamus Pool by Elizabeth Peters
2. Seeking a Large Cat by Elizabeth Peters
3. The Ape who Guards the Balance by Elizabeth Peters
4. The Falcon at the Portal by Elizabeth Peters
5. He Shall Thunder in the Sky by Elizabeth Peters
6. Cancel These Vows by Sam Webster
7. Lord of the Silent by Elizabeth Peters
8. The Golden One by Elizabeth Peters
9. Children of the Storm by Elizabeth Peters
10. Guardian of the Horizon by Elizabeth Peters
11. Tomb of the Golden Bird by Elizabeth Peters
12. Sheepfarmers Daughter by Elizabeth Moon
13. Divided Allegance by Elizabeth Moon.
I almost had an all-Elizabeth month! I’ve officially caught up with the Amelia Peabody books. If I could find my third book in the Moon series I would have read it too. Instead, I’m waiting for it from the library.
The fly leaf of “Cancel These Vows” says that “Sam Webster is the pseudonym of a well-known writer with several previous novels to his credit, including a current fiction hit published by a prominent hard cover publisher.” I’m trying to suss out what current fiction hit was published in 1962… I’d love to crack his pseudonym! He wrote a few pulps. It could be anyone! if Travels with Charley wasn’t nonfiction, I’d make wild assertations that Sam Webster is John Steinbeck. Lucikly, John is off the hoock.