Queen of Rambles

I was totally dreading my doctor’s appointment today, mainly because I was going to see a male. I did not want to see a male. I did not want some gruff old man with white hair and big glasses to stick his hands up my privates. I did not want some man to tell me I’m fat. I DID NOT WANT SOME MAN.

But I got a man, and he wasn’t old or gruff at all. He was nice, and goofy. Young, but with enough salt in his pepper hair to not be too young. I wasn’t uncomfortable at all with him and am very glad I decided to contact this practice instead of going with the midwives who treated me rather poorly (in my possibly deluded opinion) last time.

Did I learn anything?

Nope. He poked around, drew some blood and gave me an appointment for Monday. He did tell me sudafed and regular robatussin were ok for me to take, especially right now because he thought the benefits would outweigh the risks (my head is so stuffed I can’t even talk).

So much for the trauma I had worked myself up for. I hope I learn a little more on Monday. He said he would be doing a full scale B-1 then and I have no clue what that means. I could have asked but my brain is sorely lacking in coherent thought today. I used to think that Nyquil made me dopey. Turns out I’m just as dopey without the Nyquil.

Now here’s the hardest question of all: what’s for dinner? Nothing on our weekly menu sounds good. In fact, nothing in the entire world sounds good. Not even chocolate cake. Not even a bean burrito. Nothing. Ugh. If I don’t eat something soon I am going to puke. If I attempt to put anything in my mouth I am going to puke.

What shall I do?

I fear poor Mikey-boy is going to have to starve.

And now it’s time for me to go sit in the bathroom with the hot water steaming all around me so I can breathe. Ain’t life grand? I’m supposed to sub for a sweet little second grade class tomorrow and I really don’t want to cancel but I guess I’m going to have to. My ears itch, my throat itches, I can’t talk, I’m hacking up pieces of lung. How can I teach tomorrow?

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