|last pool party of the season|
i had such big plans and high hopes for last weekend. c. was traveling and so i made a packed agenda to keep us all occupied and happy in his absence. and things went pretty well until i got dog-piled, mowed down, flat laid out, by the evil streptococcus A bacteria.
we made it to our last picnic of the season in southfork canyon. we made it to the last pool party at a friend's amazing space that she has sadly just sold, we made it to h&m, a family sleepover at eva and anna's apartment, music and the spoken word (so very cheesy, and yet i cry a little any time i hear the glorious sound that choir can make in that amazing acoustical space--can somebody please do something about the repertoire?), we made it to breakfast, and then the part i was most excited about-- anna's brisket for a rosh hashanah dinner--that was the part i missed when i started shaking like an aspen tree. when i felt like i was actually dying. when i knew i had strep throat.
|i found this on my bed when i woke up.|
that was sunday morning, and it is only tonight that i feel well enough to blog and to think i might actually some day recover. this morning i was wondering who was going to take care of everything while i was in the hospital on i.v. antibiotics. this morning i diagnosed myself with a peritonsillar abscess, and i was right! (i love it when my diagnoses are correct.)
|so grateful for moses and for medicine.|
i got into urgent care, got on a new antibiotic, got some lydacaine and codeine for the pain, and things are looking way, way up.
can i tell you how much i love modern medicine? i frequently obsess about what i would do without access to painkillers.
but that's probably TMI. so forget i said that.
for the first time in three days, though, i can honestly say: it's good to be alive.