I’m making no new resolutions this year. The bar is set on LOW. I can only go up from here.
We had a quiet Christmas. A little too quiet. By Christmas day, 4 out of the 5 of us had spent quality time in Urgent Care. When it was my turn, I sat quietly in the doctor’s examining room. The doctor breezed in and took one look at me, “Wow. You really look sick.” Keep in mind this was the week before Christmas. She had seen A LOT OF SICK PEOPLE. I was noteworthy. I will admit that grooming had gone out the window days prior. My hair had not had the benefit of a brush for nearly a week. My ensemble did not match and I may have been drooling. The doctor suspected the flu so the long industrial length Q-tip was dispensed for the nose swab. I don’t know about you, but I HATE having anything shoved up my nose. However, I had to maintain a brave-ish front since my young impressionable son was also in the room. It was announced that if the mommy had the flu, EVERYONE would have to have the Q-tip shoved up their nose.
Jensen announced that he would have NO PART OF THAT. Visions of a childhood doctor visit in which it took a doctor, 2 nurses, and a parent to hold me down for a shot danced in my head.
Thankfully, the test came back negative. I was given a tiny anti-nausea pill under my tongue because I can only imagine that it would be hard to examine me while my head was between my knees. As it turned out, I had an upper respiratory infection. As I mentioned in my last post, earlier in the week, we discovered that Cailey had the beginnings of bronchitis, and everyone else had a variation of the two. We were all placed on various antibiotics.
Emme dodged the bullet I think by spending entire days away from us while we were all sick. She did succumb to a fever as we picked her up from a friend’s house one afternoon. We silently prayed that our friends did not catch whatever we had and hoped that if they did they would still remain our friends. So far. So good.
The silver lining in all of this came quite unexpectedly. The doctor that examined me at Urgent Care looked at my history and noticed I am a Lyme Disease patient. You just never know what you’re going to get when a doctor first learns of this diagnosis because there are doctors who won’t even acknowledge that chronic Lyme Disease exists. The CDC guidelines and training are archaic.
This doctor began asking me questions that immediately alerted me to the fact that SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT. She asked me where I’d been tested (because there is only one lab in the U.S. that uses accurate testing) and she talked to me about relapses. SHE UNDERSTOOD. Then she did something amazing. She told us about an infectious disease doctor IN OUR AREA who is knowledgeable about and treats Lyme patients.
This is wonderful news because the only 2 doctors in the State of Florida that I know treat Lyme Disease do not take insurance. I dearly love my Orlando doctor, but OY, long term Lyme Disease treatment is expensive.
I have learned that this infectious disease doctor is in our insurance network, so I’m going to make an appointment this month.
Silver Lining = early Christmas present for me.
So we spent a quiet Christmas day at home alone, since we didn’t want to infect other family members. And really, after nearly a month of sickness, more together time was just what we needed.
It’s just a shame that no one was well enough to get out and reload my stash of spiked Egg Nog.
I’m sure the twitching will subside eventually.
We’re all back to normal now. Well. Whatever your definition of normal is. But no one has hacked up a lung in a week or so.
Happy New Year, sweet friends. I should be back to the business of regularly over-sharing very soon.