Apparently, I’ve enrolled in this fantastic offering from Time-Life, and it’s truly the gift that keeps on giving. Last month was rotovirus. This month? I’d had a sore throat for a couple of days, to the point that on Friday, I had such difficulty swallowing, I was convinced it was strep. I availed myself of the latest in health care: the MinuteClinic. It truly is convenient, and rather breezy in the approach. Within five minutes of checking in, I’d had my throat swabbed, and then just to be safe, she did a second one to send to the lab if the insta-strep-test came back negative. Which it did. Much to my disappointment. I know! Who wishes for strep? Well, I do, and have continued to rue the negative conclusion, as I’ve spent the past two days with a Head and Chest Cold of Epic Proportions. I wake myself up with my hacking, and I’m tired & sore from it all. And I have another huge week of work ahead of me, so I’m hoping the worst of it has been experienced this weekend. At least with strep, there are DRUGS to KILL IT.
I tried to go to the KC Addy awards last night – well, I :did: go, but an hour into the event, the fire alarm went off and everyone was told to leave the room in an orderly fashion. What kind of amused me, in my foggy state, was that everyone just went to the various bars and none of the bartenders left their stations. So it didn’t SEEM like there was a fire or any imminent danger? But then the paranoid voice inside me said, “That’s just how it’ll read in the headlines chronicling the aftermath…..’Hundreds Die in Sweeping Fire, Most Taken By Surprise. Fat Girl Trampled to Death, Autopsy Showed She Had Terrible Cold That Must Have Impaired Her Thinking’.” You get my drift. I reclaimed my coat, got my car from the valet service, and went home. With the delay, the evening would be even longer, and I was already disrupting my table with my coughing & the drugs had worn off.
The funniest thing of the weekend was when I posted on my Facebook status that I must have enrolled in some Plague-of-the-Month club, and my husband replied, “for just 1 penny more you can choose 10 more maladies from our fabulous catalog of illnesses!” Never mind it made me laugh like a barking seal. It’s why I loves him!