My body hates me. In October, my tonsils came after me. I started feeling a little sick
on a Wednesday - my throat was slightly sore. I assumed I was coming down with
a cold. Thursday morning, it was definitely sore. And I decided to use all my energy
baking cookies (because I'm terrible at making decisions when I'm sick. And
because I'd promised my friend I'd make them for her birthday, and I keep my
promises!). So work that evening was hellacious. I wrote a lamentation/ode to
Nyquil. (Proving that suffering leads to the creation of art, if you can call
this poem "art.")
A Sickness Lamentation
If only I had
worked here
For more than three
weeks.
I would have enough
leave time
To just skip out
Early
And go home
And sleep.
The sleep of the
dead,
A healing sleep,
A Nyquil sleep.
So when I wake up
I will feel new
And whole
And free of this
plague.
My eyeballs won't
hurt,
And my back will
feel fine.
My constant desire
For hot fluids
Will have
evaporated.
Oh, Nyquil!
Your beautiful,
sleep-giving embrace
Waits to enfold me
In unknowing bliss.
The next three
hours
Will feel like
torture,
As I anticipate
Your sweet,
medicated taste.
Yeah,
"poet" is obviously not on my short list of "Jobs I'd be Awesome
At."
Friday morning, the
Nyquil had failed to produce my anticipated result of helping me sleep off my
"cold." My throat felt so gross I skipped out on going to the fair
for my friend's birthday to get more sleep. When I finally got up, I looked at my
throat in the mirror and was terrified to see a huge white spot on my right
tonsil. I gargled with salt water, which of course didn't get rid of the white
patch. I drank some tea (which was way more helpful in soothing my throat than
the salt water. I'm pretty sure the "gargle with warm salt water"
sore throat remedy is just made of grossness and lies.). When I started feeling
achy all over I took my temperature: 101°F. My natural response was to start
panicking that I might have strep throat, and I didn't have enough leave time
at work to take an extra day off, and it would look super sketchy to call in
sick the day before my scheduled vacation day, and I wouldn't be able to go see
my friends that weekend, and my entire life was going to be ruined, and…! (I
was seriously freaking out about this situation, y'all.)
I managed to calm
myself down ("Don't start freaking out until you know you actually have
strep," I told myself) and I took myself to the doctor's office, where my
temperature was down to 99 (woohoo!) and the quick strep test came back
negative (Hallelujah!). But, as the doctor noted, it was pretty obvious my
tonsils were infected because of the patches of bacteria, some of my lymph
nodes being swollen and painful, and my tonsils being huge. Interestingly, they asked multiple times whether my
tonsils were normally large, which I had no clue about because I generally only
look at my tonsils when I'm sick and my throat is sore, so of course my tonsils
are all swollen at those times! Honestly, I don't spend much time looking down
my own throat when I'm feeling perfectly fine. (Subsequent checks seem to show
that it's plausible I have largish tonsils anyway, but I don't really have any
to compare them to, so I still don't know.)
Anyway, it turns
out recurrent infections (e.g., getting strep throat every year for about 4 years - yep, did that) can leave
you with abscesses in your tonsils in which bacteria - or sometimes food that you eat (that is seriously one of
the most disgusting things I've ever heard) - can get stuck and lead to
infection. Awesome. My tonsils are trying to kill me.
And then the doctor
and the pharmacist colluded to kill me some more by prescribing antibiotics
that came in horse pill form. Or possibly it's like Murphy's Law of Medicine -
any condition involving a sore throat will be treated with the most gigantic pills
available. But I managed to choke (sometimes literally) those suckers down and
get cured! Yay! Now I've just got to continue keeping an eye on my tonsils in
case they do this again and actually explode or something. (Not sure if that's
actually something that might happen, but the doctor made possible future
infections sound pretty dire, so I'm assuming exploding body parts would be
involved. Or, y'know, just a tonsillectomy.)
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