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sick for a sick day
Aug. 23rd, 2005 01:06 amSo due to a long chain of events I have quickly tired of explaining, I suspected that the throat crud I awoke with was an early symptom of whooping cough. I know, I know - it's not 1920 anymore and I'm not 6 months old, but like I said it's a long story. If you've seen me since Friday you might want to slug some Airborne soon.
I went to the walk-in clinic where Dr. Lawrence was reluctant to diagnose it as such, given that I couldn't confirm exposure. He seemed to take it rather seriously, which I can sort of understand given the highly contagious nature of the disease. He also discovered this weird fungal infection on my back and chest, which I had previously thought was just a weird tan pattern but turned out to be a common superficial skin infection, the name of which escapes me.
So, I walked out of there clutching a prescription for codeine to sleep and 400mg of ketoconazole to clear up my skin. I stopped at Lowe's to pick up some window screen and a lamp socket, then went out to Costco to fill my prescriptions.
Killing half an hour at Costco when you can't buy anything is really a strange experience. I ate $5 worth of lunch - which is a lot of food at Costco - but that's like 10 minutes cause I was hungry. I'm not a member, so even if I wanted to browse and buy the fake name brand sweatshop clothes or comedy 500-pill bottles of aspirin, I couldn't. I spent most of my time watching The Incredibles on a 42" TV.
I went to pick up my drugs, where the cashier rang up my, um, purchase. As this happened I realized the extraordinary value of really good health insurance. I'd walked out of a doctor's office and a pharmacy without spending a dime. Just that magic white card with "Microsoft PPO" on it was my ticket to wellness. When that sucker expires I'm not wasting any time before I get some decent insurance myself, cause man what a luxury.
As I walked out of Costco I recieved a text from Chris saying that his lab results came back negative and he does not have actual whooping cough. So at that point I knew that I a) probably didn't have it either and b) was not going to get tested for it until I developed a fever and horrid-sounding cough. At least I got some drugs out of the deal.
Finally I went to Haggen to get some food and Zicam, which apparantly worked for Chris. I got smart and bought the spray though. Much more pleasant.
I didn't get home till around 5, then turned around about 7:30 to scope out the sunset at Boulevard since it was a good evening for it and I'd been trapped in stores all day. Walking felt really good and got my mind off being sick, plus it was gorgeous out. Spent a lot of time wishing for a good digital camera and a tripod, but meh. I'm sure they'll turn out fine. One of these days I'll spend some money and get some film scans done, but it doesn't matter yet. I'd rather spend the money on things I use more often.
Tonight I'll be hitting the zicam and codeine and going to bed early. I'd rather not take another sick day if I have to. Today was full of things I'm glad I had the time and freedom to do, but would rather not have had to ever.
Life lessons for the day:
I went to the walk-in clinic where Dr. Lawrence was reluctant to diagnose it as such, given that I couldn't confirm exposure. He seemed to take it rather seriously, which I can sort of understand given the highly contagious nature of the disease. He also discovered this weird fungal infection on my back and chest, which I had previously thought was just a weird tan pattern but turned out to be a common superficial skin infection, the name of which escapes me.
So, I walked out of there clutching a prescription for codeine to sleep and 400mg of ketoconazole to clear up my skin. I stopped at Lowe's to pick up some window screen and a lamp socket, then went out to Costco to fill my prescriptions.
Killing half an hour at Costco when you can't buy anything is really a strange experience. I ate $5 worth of lunch - which is a lot of food at Costco - but that's like 10 minutes cause I was hungry. I'm not a member, so even if I wanted to browse and buy the fake name brand sweatshop clothes or comedy 500-pill bottles of aspirin, I couldn't. I spent most of my time watching The Incredibles on a 42" TV.
I went to pick up my drugs, where the cashier rang up my, um, purchase. As this happened I realized the extraordinary value of really good health insurance. I'd walked out of a doctor's office and a pharmacy without spending a dime. Just that magic white card with "Microsoft PPO" on it was my ticket to wellness. When that sucker expires I'm not wasting any time before I get some decent insurance myself, cause man what a luxury.
As I walked out of Costco I recieved a text from Chris saying that his lab results came back negative and he does not have actual whooping cough. So at that point I knew that I a) probably didn't have it either and b) was not going to get tested for it until I developed a fever and horrid-sounding cough. At least I got some drugs out of the deal.
Finally I went to Haggen to get some food and Zicam, which apparantly worked for Chris. I got smart and bought the spray though. Much more pleasant.
I didn't get home till around 5, then turned around about 7:30 to scope out the sunset at Boulevard since it was a good evening for it and I'd been trapped in stores all day. Walking felt really good and got my mind off being sick, plus it was gorgeous out. Spent a lot of time wishing for a good digital camera and a tripod, but meh. I'm sure they'll turn out fine. One of these days I'll spend some money and get some film scans done, but it doesn't matter yet. I'd rather spend the money on things I use more often.
Tonight I'll be hitting the zicam and codeine and going to bed early. I'd rather not take another sick day if I have to. Today was full of things I'm glad I had the time and freedom to do, but would rather not have had to ever.
Life lessons for the day:
- Italian roast beef and swiss don't work well together in a grilled sandwich, oddly enough. Stick to regular roast beef or preferably turkey.
- Hello has practically saved my relationship.
- Good health insurance is a wonderful thing.
- Costco pizza and ice cream bars are good, but not their polish dogs or berry sundaes.
- Minute Maid lemonade in no way resembles actual lemonade.
