Tommi va al doctor....

So I went to the doctor. I hate doctors with their clean-smelling rooms, cold hands and instruments. Oh, and let's not forget the crinkly paper you get to sit on while you say "ah" and stick out your tongue. So I wake up Monday morning with a sore throat. Upon further investigation, I notice that one of my tonsils has suddenly doubled in size and become a very nasty shade of red (with that oh-so-icky white junk decorating it). Uh-oh. I know that shade of red; it's tonsillitis. Thank you, students, for bringing me your various ailments. What happened to apples? Anyway, I decide to go ahead and get the doctor visit over with. Surely they can give me something. I'd be willing to have her cut my tonsils out with a rusty knife. I kid not. I head to urgent care, because, try as I may, I can't bring myself to trust ECU's student health. She looks in my mouth, clicking her tongue and shaking her head.
"It could be mono."
I laugh. "Very funny, doctor lady."
Only she wasn't being funny. "It's just too early to tell. I'll do a strep test, maybe that's what it is."
Oh boy, how do I love it when a doctor says "maybe"?
She prescribes some antibiotics even though the strep test is negative. "Just because you've been exposed to so much as a teacher."
That's it. I'm changing my career path.
That was all Monday. I've been taking my medicine like a good girl since then. It's done nothing (and it cost $25 for 4 pills--thank goodness she gave me 6 pills as free samples). My tonsils are currently trying to out swell each other. The right side has taken a commanding lead. It's quite difficult to swallow. *sigh* Have I mentioned how inconveniencing my being sick is? I have a paper and a presentation due today. The paper is done, and I'm begging for an extension on the presentation. Me being the procrastinator that I am, I held off on going to the library. Screw class today. I'll email the paper. My students will love me. I cancelled my classes. I can't talk, let alone lecture. My comps are next week. Am I prepared? NO!!! Then, the next week I have my gre subject test. Maybe after that, I'll find the light at the end of this "seriously no-fun" tunnel I've found myself in.
I watched (listened) to hours and hours of nick jr. yesterday. I crawled out of bed for about an hour and caught an episode of Dora the Explorer. It's a rather hypnotic show. I sat on the couch and became entirely captivated. And then, it happened. She spoke to me. Yes, I know it wasn't to me, but she asked a question and then stared right at me, blinking those overly large brown eyes in my direction. It made me nervous so I answered her. And once I started, I couldn't stop. Scout thinks I've lost my mind. She obviously doesn't remember her puppy-hood reaction to one Tom Hanks. So Dora taught me Spanish. Apparently, Winnie the Pooh speaks Spanish. Disneyland, you were correct with your suggestion that "it's a small world after all."

I'm giving it another day and if nothing improves, I'm heading back to the doctor. After all, they get paid to make me feel better, so hurry up and make me feel better!! I don't want to have to sit uncomfortably on that squeaky table with its crinkly paper. I always wonder if they actually did change the paper before they let me in. What if they didn't? I could be sitting on USED crinkly white (or not so white anymore) paper. *shudders* I'm not looking forward to a possible second trip. Visiting the doctor is in no way fun, Winnie the Pooh. Wipe that honey eatin' grin off your face.