Thursday, April 30, 2009


Well, folks...I'm a sick little girl. About three weeks ago at our 12 week checkup I mentioned to my OBGYN that my tonsils had infection on them. This is not uncommon for me. I really shouldn't have those things anymore. Anyway, she prescribed Amoxocillin for me. I assumed it was working because I wasn't feeling bad and my throat had cleared up.

Then on Saturday morning I woke up with a horribly sore throat. You know, the burning and super painful kind? I assumed it was just a sinus infection since the infection had gone away, I took some extra strength Tylenol and went on my merry little way. I didn't feel well, but I didn't feel too terrible.

Saturday night was a different story and I began to feel worse. I even missed Bridgett's baby shower on Sunday and she had Fischer on Monday! I was not a happy girl.

Unfortunately, this was EOCT testing week for us at school and if there's one thing every teacher knows, you don't miss on testing week unless you are dying. And I wasn't - yet. I stuck it out Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Fortunately, because of testing schedule, I was supposed to have my 4th period lovelies from 10:48 until 2:45 (umm...ugh) and since they were just watching a movie (Prince Caspian - we're learning about epics), I put in for a substitute.

I went for testing this morning and tested a 10th grade AP class. Do you know many AP students? These were brats. They wouldn't mind and I wanted to scream. I spent the morning shushing talking students and trying not to hack my lungs out. I sounded like I was dying...poor kids. Hope they pass!

I went to lunch with Eddie and enjoyed every minute of being out of school...until approximately 2:52 this afternoon. I saw a new Dr. in town (as in she's a new dr. and I'm new in town). She was comparable to Dr. Bowman for those of you from home. The office was tiny and she only had 2 other employees there. I was the only patient. Anyway, my blood pressure was good (120/69), my weight was good (their scale is my new best friend - it weighed me less than the one here! too bad I shouldn't be losing weight!), and all was just peachy. She came in to see me and after hearing that I'm pregnant AND that I teach school, she promptly wanted to rule out pneumonia and the flu. I have neither (I self-diagnosed my bronchitis because I'm a genius and I've had it twice a year my entire life). She said my lungs sounded pretty nasty which is funny because they certainly feel 100% clearer than they did this morning! Then she gave me the bad news. I needed a flu shot (yuck) and something else that I don't remember the name of. She swore to me that both are safe for a pregnant woman...and I believe her because I feel sure that not many people will mess with a pregnant woman because of the problems that can arise (legally and hormonally).

When the nurse walked in she began apologizing. Hmm...bad sign. The flu shot wasn't bad - just a little stick and a little sting. Then came the other one. She claimed it would be bad because of the thickness of it. That one went in my hip. I've had the B12 shots at the Howards' office before and that was a piece 'o cake compared to this bad boy (except that the B12 shot makes me taste vitamins for the rest of the day). Immediately upon entering my body it began hurting. And when I say hurting I mean I felt like someone was trying to burn my backside with a blow torch. PAIN. When I walked out of the office, I was limping. I have never felt anything like it.

On the way home the pain got worse. Bumps in the road hurt. When I got home I peeled off my clothes in hopes that my jeans and Bellaband were the problem. They weren't. And so, an hour and a half later, I am sitting on the bed (leaning to one side, might I add) with a rear end that has JUST stopped hurting. May your doctor never make you have this shot.

She also prescribed a Z-pack and an inhaler that I am only supposed to fill if I'm still no better by Saturday.

Stupid lungs.

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