I was going to do a top 10 list to prove I'm not crazy, but I couldn't think of 10 things proving I'm sane.
So, I'm on this anti-thyroid medication. (By the way, I did finally get my prescription refilled). And I'm not sure if I've mentioned that my doc told me all about the side effects, one of which is this really rare complication that basically causes a horrible bone marrow infection and I could die. And the symptoms? Low grade fever and sore throat. If I get those symptoms, I should go straight to the ER and get admitted for treatment. Or die. No biggie.
Well, Friday I saw my husband for like 5 hours, he was in town for maybe 24--most of which he was working/sleeping. We decided while he was in town we'd go out to dinner. I got all dolled up, hired a babysitter, and we drove into Salt Lake for a night on the town. The moment we got in the car I was feeling queasy. I figured it was my regular empty stomach nausea. (That's a real thing people, it's the reason I have to constantly eat all day.) So, once we got to the restaurant, and I started eating, I felt much better. But, half way home, the queasy turned into more of a full blown If-I-don't-throw-up-soon-I-might-die sort of feeling (is there a word for that?) I made it almost home. We had to pull over in front of the neighbor's house around the corner and I threw up all over their gutter (sorry neighbor!).
Sorry, I didn't mean for that to turn into a play by play of my vomiting skills.
Anyway, no harm, no foul, I was probably just poisoned. You know, by the people who are out to get me. (See? Not CRAZY!)
The hubs left again on Saturday,
But, then, Sunday night, after sleeping all day, and not going to church, I decided to break the Sabbath and go to Mickey D's so my kids wouldn't starve all day. (This is completely excusable by the simple fact that my husband had been out of town for like 2 weeks straight and I was totally checked out). Well, I think I was cursed for it or something because not a full hour after we got home I started getting a sore throat.
Of course, I laid in bed all night fretting, should I go to the ER, should I call someone at 3am to come stay with my kids, so I can go to the hospital? What if I die in my sleep, and my husband comes home after a long work trip to find me dead in my bed and my children wailing and gnashing their teeth, surrounding their dead mother. (Actually, that wouldn't happen. If I died, KJ would totally assume the role, and they would all live happily ever after. She is very nurturing.)
So, here I am, sitting here, typing this message, terrified for my life. I have lost my ability to speak, or swallow. I'm pretty sure, that at this moment, my whole body is eating itself inside out, and when you find me, I'll be nothing but a shell of the person I once was.
I am NOT a hypochondriac! Say it with me...I am NOT.....