sick, oh

I left school at noon yesterday. I felt like crap, and when people asked me what's wrong I said my throat. But, it was this ambiguous, tight, raw, ache feeling through the majority of my body. (This feeling scares me because when I was in Japan I got this kind of sick and had 104 fever for about a week-- it was horrible and I was frightened out of my mind.)

I drove directly to the Minute Clinic about an eighth of a mile from my house and waited for 90 minutes. And, there were kids running around like heathens; I felt like handcuffing them to their ineffective parents. If a kid won't listen to you when she's two, God help all of us when she's thirteen.

Then, they ran some tests: strep, flu, blood. Strep and flu were negative, but my white blood cell count was extremely elevated-- over twice what most people have with strep. I felt somewhat vindicated that I wasn't a complete woos, which was what I was thinking when the other tests came back negative. They took lung x-rays. There's a little something in my right lung, but nothing worthy of the white cell count. He forgot about me a while, then when I reminded him that I was still there, he chatted with me and gave me a prescription and doctor's excuse. He was apologetic he couldn't pinpoint it, but said there was something (probably bacterial) going on. He went on to say this differentiated me from most of the his patients for whom he prescribed a sugar pill. All and all I spent three hours at the minute clinic. Good thing I wasn't dying.

Yesterday, I felt too crappy to do anything. I couldn't read, sleep, eat. I lay in my bed and hurt. I moved to the sofa when the Chief came home so that I'd have some company as I ached. I did scrounge up lesson plans that took over an hour.

I thought I'd take advantage of this window of opportunity (dulled pain and energy) and blog.