Whoops

Sunday morning, 5 degrees, windy. Cab is guarding the house, as usual, lying in his normal House Guarding Spot (the corner of the living room, where he can see the front door, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and out two windows). His eyes dart around, he observes my face every few minutes. Monk is sleeping in, as usual, snug at the foot of the bed where my husband is also sleeping. Jelly Roll is snoring behind me, his nose tucked under his paws and tail. Coltrane is downstairs, I can hear her scampering around clumsily.

I love when the house is quiet enough that I can hear ticking clocks, cat snores, soft thumps of cat paws jumping down from furniture. I am happy that though the wind is fierce and cold today, I am inside with the family I love.

Weekends are wonderful things.

Guess what! I have a medical adventure to share with you.

Friday, at my boss's pleadings/urgings (and after a week of people telling me how pale/sick I looked), I went to a doctor. Colds, strep throat, two strains of flu immune to the flu shot, bronchitis, and pneumonia have been hitting the town hard. Unsurprisingly, I was told I have a sinus infection. I was given some nasal spray, a prescription for five megadoses of antibiotics, and some literature on IUDs (I don't know, either). I went to the pharmacy, got the antibiotics, and got back to work around three. I looked mournfully at the gigantic first dose, noted that it was, in fact, truly GIGANTIC, and took it.

Then I sat quietly in an office and worked on pricing a job. Thirty or forty minutes later, my body decided to freak out entirely. I started sweating, retching a bit, my arms felt like they were on fire. I was dizzy, confused, and I don't remember much except that I know I stumbled to the work bathroom and laid on the floor. My throat got tight and it was hard to breathe. A while later, a co-worker came in, and helped me up, but I fell back down. I don't remember much from that pleasant half hour, except that I felt very very sick, and that someone talked about calling an ambulance and I shrieked "NO NO NO NO," and I couldn't remember my husband's phone number, but then he was there and he looked so bright. He got me to the car, and we went to the emergency room (the only thing I clearly remember is that when he lifted me up, I saw where I had been laying, and there was a big wet place where the sweat had soaked through my sweater and tanktop, damp and gross on the dirty work bathroom floor).

Then I was in a wheelchair, and some nurses gave me a plastic cup of Benadryl, and observed me for 45 minutes or so. I felt better, just tired and shaky. I was instructed to take Benadryl for 24 hours, and to not take anything from that family of antibiotics again. Even better, I was told I shouldn't take any antibiotics for at least a few days, in case my body flipped out and started developing allergies to more.

So, still have sinuses full of doom, still look "white and sick," still have a low-grade fever, BUT! Now I have something to say when asked if I am allergic to any medications. "YES," I can declare, and feel smug about it.

Or not, but let's look on the bright side.

Also, everyone I work with who was there Friday afternoon called yesterday to see how I was doing, and I thought that was very nice. I feel vaguely embarrassed that they saw me disoriented and sweaty on the bathroom floor, but that is just me being weird and not wanting to show vulnerability, and also not wanting to leave sweat puddles in public spaces.

I really know how to wrap up a work week! That is what I am trying to say. Kara = Queen of Work Week Termination Drama. Thank goodness it was casual Friday, because can you imagine sweating on a public restroom floor in dress slacks and heels?

The horror!

And because I have only mentioned it five billion times: sweat on a bathroom floor.

Love,
black sheeped

Edit: Awww.

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Up next: Ruler of Everything Award!

But first, I think I am supposed to pass these on? Is that how this goes? How about...Blog Buddies to Miss Scenic Overlook, because she is buddy-riffic, and Spreader of Love to Marie Green. Because a lot of her comments are just so ridiculously nice. (In a good way, obviously.)

Bloggy love to everyone!