I'm medicated, hydrated, and wide awake (which comes from having pretty much slept the last three days by).
But today, I'm back at work!
I know that sounds really strange for me to be excited about, but after being confined to the house Saturday through Monday, I'm thrilled to be anywhere, even at work.
And, for the record, I wasn't really "sick." I had a cold. And I couldn't talk because of said cold. I even called my mom up on Saturday with all the energy I could muster, and she said, "Who is this?" That's when you know you need to take it easy.
Superman decided to be Dr. Superman and take care of me this weekend. He brought me juice, cooked me dinner, made sure I stayed home(again, not so happy about this...I missed a fun night at the university with NONREFUNDABLE tickets AND a basketball game), but...there was one good thing...
He bought me a swing. =D
I will have to post pictures later, but for about two years, I've been wanting a porch swing or a hammock. Now, while this one is a (dunno really what to call it) a self-hanging swing, it is PERFECT. I love it so much, and while I was home-bound, I spent a lot of time in that beautiful swing.
Yesterday, though, was Doctor Day. I don't like going to the doctor, especially when I feel like I'm actually progressing. Even with our insurance, it's about $100 a visit. I mean, if I'm actually feeling sick and all, yeah, by all means, let's go, but, really, all that was wrong was that I couldn't talk.
BUT, as I have class today and kind of NEED to speak, I decided it was time to bite the bullet and go.
I asked Dr. if he had anything that would make me better by Tuesday. "Oh, yeah," he said, writing on the back of his perscription pad. "A shot of *somethingsomething*..."
I have a phobia of needles. It's not a fear; it's a phobia. No grown woman should be this terrified of needles.
"Wait," I said, my eyes wide. "Do you have something that will make me better by...Thursday?"
He looked surprised, and I said, "I really don't like shots."
He grinned for the rest of my visit -- and sent me home with pills. Woo hoo! Scaredy cat wins again!
I love my pills. Not as much as my swing, but I'm definitely feeling the love.