Sick notes

I have been feeling bad for almost 5 days now. If you know me well, you know that I am a bit of a hypochondriac. I almost always diagnose myself when I feel bad. If my head hurts, I am positive it is a brain tumor, if my throat hurts I think I have throat cancer... you get my drift. It drives my poor husband crazy. It all boils down to the fact that I hate going to the doctor. Really hate it.

But yesterday I convinced myself that I needed to go. Jonathan is going out of town for a few days and I cannot feel terrible while he is gone. Plus, I have Hudson to worry about, I would hate myself if I got him sick.

Sweet Jonathan came to work from home during Hudson's nap and I scooted to the doctor. And just like I thought, it was awful. I had to fill out so much paper work, wait 45 minutes to be called in and then I was poked and prodded for another 45 minutes. I realized that I would rather give birth everyday of the week than have a strep test. Nothing was too terribly wrong with me. Just swollen lymph nodes, fluid in my ears, a "dirty" throat and viral infection. The medicine I was prescribed..... rest and fluids. I even got a note....


Because the doctor said, "You are a mom, I know you do not take time for yourself to rest. Maybe if I write this down, you will listen."

Hmmmmm. If only I could have brought the doctor home to explain that to Hudson. At least he volunterred to help me dust today.