Thursday night I did not sleep well at all.  It seemed like I woke up every hour, and as 6:00 a.m. finally arrived I could barely get out of bed.  I sort of shook up off the tiredness by thinking “Hey TGIF!”  However, at work that affirmation did not work at all.  I took naps during my office hours and when I did teach it was difficult to think straight.  I finally got home at 4:00 pm and went straight to bed.  I proceeded to sleep for 15 hours.  Saturday morning I felt a bit better but nothing to shout about.  I also my scratchy throat was now a sore throat.  I used my head lamp to look at the back of my throat.  Behold what did I see, white puss looking back at me.  I knew that was not a good sign.  So, I gave my body 8 hours to see what it could do against this enemy.  The results were nothing, and I needed outside reinforcements.

Since it was the weekend my family doctor’s office was closed.  I could not find an Urgent Care in the yellow pages for Lenoir.  April called our neighbor who said that we could just go to the ER at the hospital.  That sounded strange but what did I know, I have never gone to doctor for sickness!  At the ER they had a weird facial expression about me being checked in for a sore throat.  So I asked the most important question, “Well is there a price difference?”  Of course there was a MAJOR price difference.  The ER would be a $200 deductible and Urgent Care was $50 deductible.  We told them thanks for the info and headed off to the Urgent Care.

The Urgent Care visit had some nice memories.  One was when the doctor asked me who was my doctor.  I had no clue because I don’t go to the doctor.  I said, “Well I guess that would be my son’s doctor.”  He then replied, “So a pediatrician?”  Yeah, I knew that did not sound right, so I just told him that he was also a family doctor and this was actually my first doctor visit.  I should have asked if he felt special knowing that I was his first, but I am sure that would have been awkward.   In the end, I had strep throat.  This is what I thought I had, and it was the only reason why I went to the doctor.  From what I have read, antibiotics is the only cure.  When I asked the doctor if there was anything I should be worried about since this will be my first time taking an antibiotic, he gave me a slightly puzzled look and said “No”.  I wonder how many weird patients like me he had seen today.

Now it is Sunday, and the white puss has already mostly retreated.  I still feel a bit woozy.  Being sick just sucks.  I am so glad that this only happens as often that it does.  Be well everyone.