The Lost Weekend

Tuesday, September 2, 2008.....

I can't believe where the weekend, or the past week, went. Some of the nicest weather seen and I was cranky, sick and on the couch. Mind you, I could and should of done something last week when I first felt ill, but thought a little bite wasn't going to stop me. Well, it did.

After a swollen arm accompanied by stomach aches, fever and a lost lunch, I finally promised the fiance I would go to the doctor today. Although I was feeling better, I still felt blah....

Turns out the the doc diagnosed me in minutes (cellulitis from spider bite), he prescribed antibotics and then tortured me with political talk for the next 25 minutes. It is one thing to talk about the current candidates, but did I really need to hear about Mondale's VP choice or the senator from NC during the Watergate scandal? Not only did I not care, but I barely remember anything other than what I remember studying about them in college.

I wonder if the 25 minute torture session was to teach me to come in sooner when feeling ill, or was it because this doc was divorced (he informed me of this) and has no one to talk to when he goes home at night (oh yeah, he mentioned the name of the street he lives on). Maybe, he needs a dog. Maybe, someone should tell him it's okay to talk to one self so he doesn't torture patients that feel ill. Maybe, this is why I wait forever before going to the doctor for help.

j