doodledee

Since the day we came back from vacation I've been feeling... uhh... a little bit under the weather. I've had like a head cold or something. I think it started as an earache from getting my body plugged full of water while body surfing in the ocean, but now it's rolled all over to my sinuses and my throat and stuff. Until this morning it hadn't been bad enough to justify taking a day off from work to recover or anything, but when I woke today I knew I wasn't going anywhere. For a few minutes I was actually convinced I would never be able to swallow again. Freaky. Then my fever kicked back in and I think I passed out or something. Nice.

I eventually drug myself downstairs to the couch. I was pretty sure I wanted to go to the doctor, but seeing as normally when you go in with a sore throat they just say gargle with salt water and keep an eye on it, I wanted to be double dog sure it was going to be worth the trip. "Hey," I thought, "I'll call that nurse line my over priced insurance company advertises."

After 45 MINUTES ON HOLD, I got tired of waiting so I hung up and sat there and whimpered softly to myself. I hope the asshats at Medica heard me and felt bad. 45 minute hold times? Are you effing kidding me? Remind me again how much my premiums went up last year? Mustcontrolfistofdeath.

I eventually just gave up and went in to the urgent care over at Parc Nicollet. The place is a total dump, but it's so convenient I can't resist going there. After another 80 MINUTES of waiting - during which time I no lie saw a 2-year-old standing on top of the fish tank in the waiting area - I was ushered back to the exam rooms. Three minutes later I was ushered out, scripty in hand.

An afternoon of fluids and broth and pills and I'm already feeling much better. Oh, and I watched that dude who's kicking ass on Jeopardy. He rules.

Sore Throat [mayoclinic]
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