Today, because I know you are interested, my eye was not swollen shut when I woke up, but I just haven't felt right. I was feverish this morning, and it is just like an all over bad cold. When talking with my doctor this morning, he reiterated the 7 to 9 day forecast and and acted very sympathetic, though I am quite certain that he was looking at anyone who would make eye contact with him and rolling his eyes and tapping his foot, and covering up the receiver and whispering that "she still lets her son have a bottle". Having been spoiled by fabulous American healthcare my whole life, I tend to have an unrealistic expectation of what my healthcare team will do for me. Must house calls be a thing of the past? Can I not talk to my health care provider daily when I have an irritating and isolating illness?
I think I am making progress, but not fast enough. Today, I have sat about reading Team of Rivals pretty much all day. It is masterfully written, and has made me feel quite guilty about complaining for pretty much the past four days straight. Abraham Lincoln dealt with a lot more than pink eye, friends.
Anyway, whenever I have a fever, I always treat myself to to a Cherry Limeade from Sonic. I find it is very satisfying, and there is always a real cherry and a slice of lime at the bottom. Practically a salad!!!
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YOU STILL LET YOUR SON HAVE A BOTTLE??!!!?? Shame. Shaaammmee.
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