I went to bed this past Sunday feeling dandy. I woke up on Monday morning with a sore throat and by lunch was complaining to one of my co-workers that I felt as if I had a fever and could very well fall asleep at my desk. I made it until two o'clock and decided I'd had enough. I drove home - trying not to kill myself - and took my temperature as soon as I walked in the door. As I had suspected, I had a fever of 101 degrees. Fun times. I took two Nyquil Liquigels and passed out until 8 AM on Tuesday. I did manage to open an eye once or twice when Jeremy came in to check on me during the evening.

Tuesday morning I called work and advised them I would not be in. Then I slept another two hours before callling my doctor - only to find out that she had left town for a family emergency and there would be no replacement until Thursday. Hmm? Why bother answering the phone then, eh? Fuckers. I had no choice but to visit the local "MedStop" as a "new patient." Again, fun times. Jeremy drove my unshowered, pajama-wearing ass there and within a handful of minutes I was being seen by the doctor. From what I remember, it's highly unusual to be seen within the first couple of hours when going to a walk-in clinic. So far, so good.

The doctor walked into the exam room, asked a few questions, gave me a shot of something in my ass, wrote me a prescription and sent me on my way. Yes, I did say "a shot in my ass." I can't remember the last time that happened. Doctors don't normally volunteer to give you a shot of anything. They normally just write a prescription and tell you that all should be well in 3 days.

Yesterday, after taking the antibiotic, that I have never taken before, for two consecutive days I realized that I could not stop itching for anything. I felt as though I had poison ivy or chicken pox or something. It has been driving me mad! It took me forever to fall asleep last night because I could NOT STOP ITCHING.

I went back to the doctor this afternoon and advised him that I thought I might be having an allergic reaction. He happily gave me ANOTHER shot in my ass, wrote me a new prescription and charged me for another office visit. WTF? This time the shot hurt. It was some kind of steroid to stop the itching. It hurt like a bitch. And I think it upset my stomach. Hopefully that is the last visit I will need to make to the shot-happy doctor.

Helluva week I'm having, eh?