Well this week has certainly sucked. I’ve been home sick since Tuesday, unable to eat and just barely able to drink, harboring what I was told was most probably strep throat and would start to go away with antibiotics. Only it hasn’t started to go away, and I still feel horrible. Every time I take even a small sip of water, I have to grab hold of something and fight the urge to cry out in pain. And most of what I drink ends up getting spit back up into one of many towels I’ve taken to carrying around with me. Lovely, no? I’ll spare you stories of my phlegm. Tomorrow, I will call my new doctor again. The antibiotics haven’t helped any so far — if anything my throat is worse — and I’m worried it could be tonsillitis or worse, and I could become dehydrated. I’d give just about anything to be able to swallow comfortably again.
It’s almost like a bad joke, getting sick the day after you apply for health benefits, but here I am, with a fever, sore throat, trouble swallowing, and really nothing much I can do about it but ride it out and hope I don’t need antibiotics. I tried to arrange an appointment with University Health Services, uneager but willing to pay for the visit myself, but they only see students or staff with work-related illness. Is strep throat a work-related illness? God, I hope I don’t have strep thorat. Maybe I should feel lucky it’s not anthrax.
Murphy’s Law asserts that whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. My addendum to that: whenever you have insurance, you won’t need it; whenever you need insurance, you won’t have it.
The Monty Python Society, of which I have long been a member, made today’s newspaper. This is of interest, I suspect, only to a select few, but I happen to be one of them, and this is my weblog, so neener neener neener! I only wish they had used this photograph we sent them. It’s of Matt. Please, don’t make Matt angry. You wouldn’t like Matt when he’s angry.
It’s a little embarrassing, but I grew up on the cartoon show Thundercats. I don’t remember it being one of my favorite shows (that would probably be G.I. Joe, He-Man, or, earlier, The Smurfs), but to this day I can still remember the theme song, so I must have watched it more than once or twice. And now I find, thanks to memepool, that there are outtakes from the show, most containing adult language of some kind. There’s nothing quite like hearing the cartoon characters of your youth curse like sailors.