I'd called my doctor's office a little after 3p and left a message explaining that I'd been exposed to whooping cough, and asking if I should come in for a culture sometime this week.
They called back at 4:30 and said that the doctor would like to see me at 5:30.
I never see my doctor on the day I call. Heck, I usually get the PA the next day, at best.
Wow, thought I, this must be pretty serious.
Evidently, it is.
I had to wait an hour to see him. He immediately prescribed a prophylactic antibiotic.*
Now, those of you who know me well know that I often flat-out refuse antibiotics, even when I'm sick. And I would normally not even consider them for prophylactic use.
Maybe it's just because I've been exhibiting symptoms for two days. Maybe it's because I saw how sick our office admin was. Maybe it's because I have a bunch of shows this weekend, then two weekends in a row traveling with P, first to the Monstrosity, then to Gator Growl. Maybe it's because this thing could make me miserable (and unable to perform or travel or focus well on work) for a month if I come down with it.
Whatever the reason or reasons, I'll be acting out of character for the next five days.
Zithromax, here I come!
* Say that five times fast.
I asked my doctor if I should try to attend rehearsal tonight. "Listen to your body" he said.
This is kinda funny, since I'm usually the granola-eating, tree-hugging, natural-medicine-espousing, body-listening one.
But I'm not very happy with my body right now. We're not really talking much. The scale said it was over 20 pounds overweight, and I'm holding a grudge.
So, I go outside, and it's snowing like crazy. I listen to my body and it screams "I feel like crap, you stupid twat!" So I call Fearless Leader and make my apologies. Then I head to the
In the fifteen minutes I had to wait while they filled my prescription, I looked at a zillion things, and ended up buying "biobeads" acidophilus (is it too much to ask for a chain pharmacy to carry refrigerated probiotics?), women's ultra mega vitamins (say whaaa?), kleenex, makin' whoopie pie ice cream (it's a please-forgive-me gift to my body... besides, it's important to take your antibiotics with food, right?), and dice (has anybody seen my yahtzee?). Somehow, I managed to leave without buying makeup. I suspect divine intervention.
Now I've taken my Zithromax, eaten some hummus, and am eagerly awaiting the defrostestation of the Ben and Jerry's.
There was something else I was going to say, but I've no idea what it was. Pity.
I am cosseting. Cosseting, I say!
It's snowing like crazy up here. Soon, I will go back to bed.
In the meantime, this Makin' Whoopie Pie ice cream is gooooooooooooood.
I hope you are all well and happy :) *huggos*