- Christmas Eve was busy but wonderful. The feast of the Seven Fish went off with a few mild hick-ups but overall, we had plenty of food and good wine.
- My Christmas with the family was a lot of fun, and i got a bunch of much appreciated gifts.
- I spent the week between Christmas and New Years Eve cleaning, mending, and doing odd projects
- Then New Years Eve morning, i took a plane and caught up with Boyfriend Jon in California for a week where i was introduced to a much more extended selection of his family and friends, and took the first vacation when i actually relaxed rather than doing a marathon of tourist-ing and shopping.
- Boyfriend Jon's family is so warm and inviting if a little crazy and bustling and loud. New years eve had at least thirty people over, and the party to celebrate Nick's graduation from the fire academy had 40+ people. It was really overwhelming but everyone was very nice to me.
When the party was over, i had developed a small cough and some bubbling in my right lung. It didn't seem bad so we just went to bed.
But at 3am i woke up and couldn't get warm, not even by getting the extra blanket from the closet. And suddenly the coughing was much worse. My shivering woke up Jon who came to snuggle but instantly noticed that i was burning up. Next thing i know, the wonderful man has gotten dressed and gone out into the night to get me medicine. I tried to go back to sleep after that, but i was still cold, and getting stiff and sore.
When we woke up to pack for the trip back i felt like an old woman, i couldn't move except to hobble, and the simple task of packing took much longer than it should have. We boarded the plane and for the first time in my life, i slept during the flight. I never sleep on planes cause there's too much to look at. When my mother heard this upon picking us up, she even commented, "oh you really ARE sick".
So for the rest of the weekend and into the week, i fought the bug. And by fought i meant passed out on the couch and snored and was pathetic. Finally when it hit the point where i had had the bubbling in my lung for a full week, i went to the doctor.
My normal doctor couldn't see me, so i was introduced to another. This lady was a young, slender, soft spoken asian-indian woman with no trace of accent, who checked me over and then went Shiva the Destroyer on me.
Now, it's worth noting that i hate hospitals. And having been an overall healthy kid, i almost never went into them. My parents developed a habit of, no need to go in if there's nothing wrong with you. So Annual Physicals happened every 3-5 years. When i had to start paying for them myself it became an "as needed" which turns out...translates to every 7 years. And usually it was because i was in there for something else.
Like this time. Suddenly this sweet lady was pointing a menacing finger in my face and chastising me for not taking care of my health maintenance. I was scheduled for xray and bloodwork as penance for my forgetting. And she repeated with the same menacing finger pointed at me that she had better see me back in her office in "one week. one week, i mean it. I'll have the front desk start calling you no stop if i don't see you in here in exactly one week. Don't forget...i mean it....one week" as she was moving out the door.
It's different than my other doctor. She just kind of has an "oh well," attitude about everything having to do with me. Quite frankly, it's nice to have someone who cares even if it does get that finger pointed in my face and her nurse is thoughtless and rude about her comments.
Perhaps i've found a new doctor. Doctor Shiva the Destroyer.
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