So, I went to the doctor today and one of her nurses stuck a SIX INCH LONG WIRE UP MY NOSE and then took 3 throat swabs which made me gag every one, and took 2 blood samples and after bandaging my arm realized that oops, she needed another one, so she stuck me again. bleargh Also, GAH.
Upshot: I have strep throat.
And chronic allergic symptoms that might be aggravated by certain things in different kinds of food, and the eye thing might be a part of the allergies but she won’t refer me to an eye specialist until 1) the throat thing is cleared up and 2) it happens again.
I’ve apparently had the strep throat for THREE and a HALF MONTHS since the first sore throat I had was back in October. No wonder I haven’t felt like my usual self in such a long, long time. I haven’t BEEN my usual self!
I can’t take antibiotics until and unless my skin doctor okays it since I’m on a special skin medicine for 4 months and am only a third of the way into the treatment, which would also mean delaying it, if she says no, and she told me when I started the course that I couldn’t take antibiotics with it, so I don’t expect a positive response to the inquiry.
I am not kidding about the six inches, either. Geezus god.
I remember having strep throat for something like 3 months when I was in 5th grade. I’m going to have to ask my mom about it, though, because I don’t remember any of the details except that my teacher was a bitch about the time I missed. I can’t miss work for 3 months, that’s for sure. sigh
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We went to my sister-in-law’s house for her son’s birthday tonight and she served one of my favorite dishes. It’s 40-clove garlic chicken in a cream sauce. OMG is it good. I love garlic, but it doesn’t love me and I will be paying for my love and adoration soon. I don’t care though, it was worth it. Yum.
Henrik got an electric guitar Playstation game that allows you to sort of play along with different hard rock and heavy metal songs in a Simple Simon sort of way. He played one of the songs for us and the second song he chose was You Really Got Me by Van Halen. The looks on my kids’ faces when I started belting out the words of the song along with the music was priceless. 😀 Although, now I have the earworm from hell. Girl, you really got me now, you got me so I don’t know where I’m goin’…You’re welcome.
One of the topics of conversation at the dinner table tonight was tattoos, brought about by Karin showing her grandmother the giant Northwest Indian animal armband tattoo she is currently sporting around her upper arm (this sort of thing). We talked about how prevalent tattoos are nowadays and how they seem to have completely lost their shock value and are viewed by nearly all generations nowadays as a sort of personal and permanent body jewelry. It seems nearly everyone I know has a tattoo, although I don’t. Anders used to have one . It was on his upper arm but he had it removed years ago. He says it was a “big ugly eagle” and it looks like he was burned badly there as they didn’t remove tattoos with laser surgery back then. *pauses to shudder*
I’ve always kind of wanted a tattoo, a little circled multi-colored lizard right above my hip; I even have the design in my head…but I’ll never do it. I’m too big of a wimp. And to be perfectly honest, it wouldn’t bother me if my kids got real tattoos some day. I’d much prefer that to piercing or taking up smoking.
In the spirit of de-lurking week, I thought I’d make it easy on you and pose the following questions to everyone reading:
1. Do you have a tattoo (or more than one)?
2. What is it?
3. Where is it?
4. How old were you when you got it?
5. Have you ever regretted it?