look how far I'll go for a pun
I turned 38 this spring, and while I don't really have any issues with getting older (or getting closer to 40) I do have moments when I think it might be nice to be 30 again. This weekend I had a chance to relive a little slice of My Life at 30--you'd think that would be fun, right?
No. Not THIS slice.
Last weekend, Henry very nicely gave me his cold, or what I thought was a cold (you know, we're always saying YOU NEED TO SHARE and for once he did. Dammit). My throat hurt and I felt kind of run down, but not horrible. Wade kept saying, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"It's a COLD," I told him. "It's not like I have strep throat. Again."
By Friday, I though I was going to die. My cold had turned into a sinus infection; my whole face hurt and the smallest noise made me wince. Yesterday I loaded up with Sudafed and Tylenol and drank about 20 gallons of water, and I felt a little better.
Which brings me to being 30.
In the spring of 1998, just weeks before I turned 30, I got a sinus infection. I felt like crap. And then, one Sunday morning, I woke up with my eyes sealed shut with goo. You know, PINKEYE GOO. THAT goo. I dragged Wade out of bed and said, "I need to go to Urgent Care and you have to take me. RIGHT NOW." So he did, and five hours later (yes! five hours!) I had drugs. I also had to throw away my contacts and some perfectly good brand-new mascara. Because of the pinkeye.
Last night, when I was coughing so much I could hardly speak, Wade said, "I'm worried about you. You're not getting any better."
"I'm fine," I told him. "It's just a cold. It's not strep or anything."
"If you're sure," he said.
"I'm sure."
This morning, when I woke up with the gooey eyes, I knew I needed to go to Urgent Care. I made the boys breakfast and drank some coffee, and when Wade got up (nearly AN HOUR after the kids and I) I said, "Good morning! I have pinkeye. I'm going to take a shower and go to Urgent Care."
He said, "Uuunnnnhhhhh . . . " (No, actually he said, "Why didn't you wake me up?" But really, what was the point? The Urgent Care place didn't open until 8:00 and the kids were up at 6:30 and really, I didn't want any company. I just wanted some drugs.)
So blah blah blah, I go to Urgent Care (in and out in 30 minutes! Whoo hoo!) and the doctor does his whole schtick and looks in my throat and says, "Whoa! You've got some impressive puss pockets on that left tonsil! Have you seen these?"
Um, dude? That's the BACK OF MY THROAT you're looking at. No I haven't SEEN it. Sheesh.
The deal is this: I most certainly do have a sinus infection and conjunctivitis, and I most likely have a strep infection as well. AGAIN. He didn't swab me because the antibiotic for the sinus infection will kill the strep, but in two weeks, I need to call my primary care physician (note to self: get primary care physician) and have a strep culture; when I take the boys for their well checks next week, THEY need to be cultured, and when Wade gets a minute, HE needs to be cultured.
On the upside, I guess we'll finally be getting some culture around here.
No. Not THIS slice.
Last weekend, Henry very nicely gave me his cold, or what I thought was a cold (you know, we're always saying YOU NEED TO SHARE and for once he did. Dammit). My throat hurt and I felt kind of run down, but not horrible. Wade kept saying, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"It's a COLD," I told him. "It's not like I have strep throat. Again."
By Friday, I though I was going to die. My cold had turned into a sinus infection; my whole face hurt and the smallest noise made me wince. Yesterday I loaded up with Sudafed and Tylenol and drank about 20 gallons of water, and I felt a little better.
Which brings me to being 30.
In the spring of 1998, just weeks before I turned 30, I got a sinus infection. I felt like crap. And then, one Sunday morning, I woke up with my eyes sealed shut with goo. You know, PINKEYE GOO. THAT goo. I dragged Wade out of bed and said, "I need to go to Urgent Care and you have to take me. RIGHT NOW." So he did, and five hours later (yes! five hours!) I had drugs. I also had to throw away my contacts and some perfectly good brand-new mascara. Because of the pinkeye.
Last night, when I was coughing so much I could hardly speak, Wade said, "I'm worried about you. You're not getting any better."
"I'm fine," I told him. "It's just a cold. It's not strep or anything."
"If you're sure," he said.
"I'm sure."
This morning, when I woke up with the gooey eyes, I knew I needed to go to Urgent Care. I made the boys breakfast and drank some coffee, and when Wade got up (nearly AN HOUR after the kids and I) I said, "Good morning! I have pinkeye. I'm going to take a shower and go to Urgent Care."
He said, "Uuunnnnhhhhh . . . " (No, actually he said, "Why didn't you wake me up?" But really, what was the point? The Urgent Care place didn't open until 8:00 and the kids were up at 6:30 and really, I didn't want any company. I just wanted some drugs.)
So blah blah blah, I go to Urgent Care (in and out in 30 minutes! Whoo hoo!) and the doctor does his whole schtick and looks in my throat and says, "Whoa! You've got some impressive puss pockets on that left tonsil! Have you seen these?"
Um, dude? That's the BACK OF MY THROAT you're looking at. No I haven't SEEN it. Sheesh.
The deal is this: I most certainly do have a sinus infection and conjunctivitis, and I most likely have a strep infection as well. AGAIN. He didn't swab me because the antibiotic for the sinus infection will kill the strep, but in two weeks, I need to call my primary care physician (note to self: get primary care physician) and have a strep culture; when I take the boys for their well checks next week, THEY need to be cultured, and when Wade gets a minute, HE needs to be cultured.
On the upside, I guess we'll finally be getting some culture around here.
22 Comments:
I used to get chronic tonsilitis and strep, so I really can feel your pain. I'm so sorry for you right now!
Okay. Ew. Really, really eeewww. I hope you feel better IMMEDIATLY.
You poor thing. All you need is a yeast infection, and you'd have all of the bases covered.
I'm now frantically knocking wood to prevent you from getting one.
BTW, even if you WERE looking at the back of your throat, how would you be able to see the pus pockets through the pinkeye??? A big DUH to THAT doctor!!!
So, do you think I might have given you conjunctivitis all the way from Boston? I bet you would have much rather I had given you lobster... Can it go away by rinsing your eyes out 20 times a day? I am trying that but I still wake with gooey eyes.
But on the plus side, you had thirty minutes of kid-free fun time this morning!
And I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that antibiotics work better with margaritas.
(Okay, I TOTALLY made that up. Don't take medical adivce from a crazy woman on the internet, even if the crazy woman is me. Please.)
I haven't had tonsils since I ws around six. They don't do that much any more.
It takes true desperation to develop pinkeye and strep to get a little free time. Seriously, I hope you feel better soon. What a bummer.
Oh my, that sounds awful! Hope you feel better soon.
And JCD has a good point: antibiotics can actually make it easier for a yeast infection to take hold. They don't affect everyone that way, though, so maybe you'll be lucky!
Holy fugapoo. Please do not bring this with you next weekend. PLEASE. Otherwise we may have to perform a Lysol enema.
oh, you are kidding.
does this mean you didn't get to have any fun yesterday?
You ARE the Culture Club.
Sorry.
I / we have / get chronic sinus / throat infections all the effing time and I assure you - I so feel your pain.
Last October I woke up one day so revoltingly ill with a sinus & throat deal much like yours, I think, that I had to call my sisterinlaw to come BABYSIT me and my kids because I was toast.
Apart from the searing pain, it was rather nice, actually. ;)
Get better!
Sweetie-pie, have you been tested for allergies? You sound like me--big-time sick WAY too often--before I was tested. Now I'm getting shots (boo) and the right medication and I haven't been sick in months.
Seriously.
MONTHS.
ACK! You poor thing! During my pregnancy and first year of Thomas' life, I had strep throat EIGHT times. I feel your pain. Once I started going to chiropractic, it stopped. I truly believe. Course I'm not a run down nursing mom anymore either. So maybe it was that. Take care of yourself, pusgirl!
Hey! "Pusgirl!" I like that.
"The Adventures of Pusgirl and the Culture Club!"
"The Oozing Adventures of Pusgirl in the Amazing Sinus Cavity!"
Someone, make me stop. Please.
Get better soon!
But isn't it always so interesting when the doctors are so "impressed" with the extent of your ill health? Too much fun, really.
I second Candace. You may want to check out allergies. Good luck! Feel better!
Ugh, poor you -- how horrible.
Now, I know you're sick, but PLEASE promise never to say "pus pockets" ever, ever, ever again.
"Amazing Pus Pockets"?! I think I saw them in concert once. ;o)
So sorry to hear about that...hopefully the antibiotics will kick it!
Get better soon!
Oh sweetie. Sick. Summer. Two children. I hope that you have a drive through Micky D's nearby and a buttload of DVDs, 'cause they can babysit the boys while you put your feet up with a whole mess of cold fluids. And, June, nice call on the yeast infection. Yup, we'll all be waiting for THAT post.
Oh, yuck! You really did go above and beyond for the quality pun. Feel better soon and just say no to the goo.
Poor you! Hope those drugs kick in and you feel better real soon. Does the doctor think you keep reinfecting each other? Yuck. That's a drag.
Awww--{HUGS} and a bowl of cyber-chicken-soup!
(I had pink-eye last year that made the nurse jump backwards into the wall...after I took off the sunglasses. Scary!) C
You are so funny I laughed until I cried. Probably because everyone in my house is recovering from a sinus infection and two of them have pinkeye. We threw away three almost-new pairs of contacts last week (only two cases of pinkeye but my eyes were starting to feel weird too!). Okay, way too much about me -- I love reading about you.
I have to own up to having a deep-seated affection for puns. ew. I almost wrote "pus," which isn't the same thing as "puns" *at all*.
but since I almost wrote pus, and it is relative to your scenario, I'll go with it. because, oh. my. heavens. you are really in the thick, aren't you (gah, I'm sorry. I wasn't kidding about the puns - only I'm the accidental punnist - it just happens. *shrug*).
*silently hands box of extra-soft tissues to Susan*
may your sinuses be free of the goo and pestilence in the very, very near future. and may your rest be undisturbed by the shrieking banshees known as kids.
*hug*
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