The alternate title of this post should be "If you can follow this, you deserve a cookie." Because, my friends, I have had a cortisone shot. And I'm gooooooooffffffffyyyyyyyyyy! I have been battling my allergies since moving back to Alabama. (Amazing what 4 years in a city with very little grass will do to your sinuses!) Things are blooming and pollen is swarming and my poor throat has been scratchy for a week. Dean woke up hungry at 4am and I realized then that my throat and right ear HURT. Fearing tonsilitis or strep, I high-tailed it to the walk-in doctor's office this morning and was second in line when they opened. After blood work and a strep test, it was determined that I have a viral infection. The doctor asked if I'd like a cortisone shot to help me feel better and I immediately said "YES!" You see, the cortisone shot and I have a long, swell history. Growing up in Louisiana, my allergies were AWFUL. My ENT doctor once told me I had the worst sinus problems he'd ever seen. I took allergy shots for 12 years, 11 of those years giving them to myself. (That sounds grammatically wrong, but I don't care! I"m goooooooofffffffyyyyyy!) When I would go in with a really bad infection, he'd pop me with a cortisone shot and by the time I got home, I was already starting to feel better. I am happy to report that my throat is already feeling much better and I haven't coughed in 2 hours. My right buttock, however, is another story. ;0
While in the waiting room at the dr.'s office, I listened to an 8 year old explain to her mom why they should use the walk-in clinic as her primary doctor because the place was much cleaner and quieter than her pediatrician's office. I also heard her (on the other side of the "triage curtain") correct her mother when she told the nurse what dosage of Tylenol she'd been giving the little girl. She was also able to recite her own drug allergies and knew exactly when her last immunizations were. I wish I were that together at 7:45 on a Sunday morning. When they asked me if I'd had any surgeries, I answered "no" then remembered "Oh, yeah, I had a C-SECTION in January!" The nurse was like "Hm, that's a big one!" Yeah. Oops...
Does medicine make you loopy? I was so high when I got my wisdom teeth out that I begged them to give me my teeth (which they did in a little pill bottle...which may still be at my mom's house), then giggled all the way down the hall before passing out cold in my dad's car.
I'm gonna go play with Dean now. His toys seem extra cool to me right now.
Have a good week!