As if life weren’t complicated enough, I woke up this morning with my throat nearly swollen shut. I could hardly swallow, and I felt like I was going to choke. This was at 6:00 a.m. when the door chimed as WineGuy was returning to work. [tick, tick goes the bp] I drank some water and sucked on a lozenge to see if that would help my throat. By 7:00 a.m. I sounded glottal, like Kermit the Frog. What was I going to do if I couldn’t yell at my kids? 😉
I beeped WineGuy and told him I needed to see a doctor today. He sent me to his internist and even set up the appointment for me. I got the boys to school and ran a couple of errands. I arrived at the doctor’s office early and filled out all the forms. Dr. H called me in, ran a quick history and physical: no ear infection, no breathing problems, just a raging case of
Dr. H prescribed prednisone to bring down the swelling and a Z-pack to kill the germs. His nurse called the ‘scrips’ into the pharmacy, which had just filled two new prescriptions for WineGuy. Because his blood pressure was still dangerously high. My BP? Also high. It’s no wonder considering the stress I’ve been under. And, sitting here just now, I’m getting lightheaded.
My germs and I need a few minutes’ rest before we pick up the viral offspring from school.