Well Dave got home, and I had big plans for the weekend: fixing up the backyard some more, getting the car's oil changed, walking boo-san; complete with big meal plans for the weekend: cauliflower and chicken curry with naan, grilled steaks with grilled veggies in a balsamic sauce, homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast before church on Sunday.
None of that happened. We did go to church and that was about it. On Thursday night at 9pm (just after OCF left our house) my throat started hurting. I chalked it up to allergies as that is a normal symptom for me. Well Friday morning at work, I had major chills, couldn't stop shaking, had an abysmal headache. I felt so horrible I left work early. (Consider that I work less than 4 hours each day, so I must have felt pretty awful to leave half way through.) I came home and found that I had a temperature of 102. Yikes. No wonder. Luckily, Doctor Dave was on duty and took care of me, which as my mom can attest, is no easy task since I am an awful patient.
By Saturday, my fever was gone. Sunday my throat was still killing me. So I went to the Immediate Care CLinic on base. I spent less than 45 seconds with the doctor who prescribed me antibiotics and - wait for it - IB Profin, the Navy standard issue drug. While I was less than satisfied with my visit, I swear within 2 hours of taking the antibiotics, I was feeling more like my self and less like Muppet the Ann, as Dave would call me due to my odd sounding voice as a result of my swollen throat.
So. Dave has today, Monday, off. And now we are going to do all those things I wanted to do in one day. First - homemade cinnamon rolls.
Pictures. to follow.
