I Got Chills, They're Multiplying

....And I'm losing control

I'm not singing about love or infatuation with John Travolta. I've already told you how I dream of dancing with him. I'm singing about real chills, a low grade fever, coughing and achiness beyond words. Yep, I have the crud. Again.

This is by far the one thing I didn't expect I'd be blessed to receive over and over again after having a beautiful child. Sickness - the gift that keeps on giving.

Just three short hours ago, I had on sweat pants, a sweater and a shirt beneath that. It's over 90 degrees here in central Alabama today. Probably around 115 with the heat index and humidity. And here I am ready for a ski trip, unable to get warm.

I'm a bit better now. I no longer feel like a mack truck has run over me. For now, it's more like a Ford Focus. But this thing keeps resurfacing through my family. And it honestly feels like how John Carpenter's The Thing changed people. (aahh, a young, burly Kurt Russell).

I just called to make a doctor's appointment for tomorrow, in case I need it. In case I wake up feeling worse than I do today. But the office I normally go to is full. No openings tomorrow. Great! My options are to wait three hours in one of those medical clinics that every known street vendor or douche bag will be in, to stop in at the E.R. and wait six hours (but really, I'm not that bad) or well, that's it. Those are my options.

You can't just do walk-in appointments at the medical offices here. I've tried. They want you to go through a "new patient screening" and those are only available three weeks away typically.

What ever happened to the good ole' days when doctors made house calls? What ever happened to doctors giving you a shot in the butt to make you feel better, instead of prescribing the last drug that the pharmaceutical rep left in clinic? I miss those days!

I miss being well and feeling healthy. I take vitamins. I wash my hands. Yet this little fungus among us (aka my daughter Vivian) becomes ill;
then Kirk and I become infected with the plague far worse than our precious child. She does attend day care so I'm sure she picks up everything known to man plus even some things undiscovered by science now.

Well, let's just hope that I feel better tomorrow. I'm tired of complaining about the vortex of disease I constantly live in.

I'm going take two of these (see picture below) and the doctor can call ME in the morning!