It always amazes me how much you can accomplish in the time you spend waiting for other things to get done. You know the times -- what can get done while laundry is running, while dinner is cooking, while waiting for kids to be done with sports, etc. And let's not forget one my favorite "waiting" activities -- waiting to see the doctor. There may be a bit of sarcasm in that last sentence. (maybe a LOT of sarcasm)
But hey -- this is what you can accomplish while waiting to see a doctor in something called "convenient care" (which, I will admit is convenient if you can't get an appointment with your regular doctor -- or like me, don't particularly LIKE your regular doctor) but which is also a first come/first serve arrangement. Then, once you have been called, while waiting for the "instant read" throat culture to come back (and yeah, instant would be stretching it a bit) so the doctor can tell you what you had a pretty good idea of in the first place (gee, you would think the two days of fevers/chills and the fact that my glands are so swollen I look like a bull frog, added to the fact that I can't swallow anything MIGHT have been a clue). Though, I must admit -- it did make me feel a bit better about how wimpy I've been all weekend when the doctor looked at my throat and winced at how red and swollen it looked. It's nice having outside verification that you SHOULD be feeling like something left on the side of the road to die.
Oh, and don't forget the wait at the pharmacy to pick up the prescription for those lovely little pills that hold out the hope that in a day or two you will be able to swallow something without pain -- all the while having to argue with the person working behind the counter that yes, you DO have insurance and yes, your information IS on file, and yes, not all people use their first names (now -- I'm usually happy to argue with folks, but when your throat is on fire and all you want to do sleep and hope you feel less cruddy when you wake up -- um, even I get a bit tired of arguing).
And, just to give you a point of reference -- this is the same mitt (once again -- Last Minute Knitted Gifts wrist warmers pattern) in comparison to the finished mitt. By the time I got home from the whole doctor's office, pharmacy, confirmation that I do, indeed, have strep throat ordeal -- I had gotten 14 rows from finishing it. If I add in the fact that I actually finished the first mitt while waiting as well -- um, that's a completed mitt. Not bad.
Of course, given the fact that I felt like crud and was running a fever all weekend that's about the only thing I've gotten done (I did get SOME of the embroidery for my four season's swap done, but, not all of it) -- it doesn't seem like a lot. Then again, as I've stated before -- I like keeping all of my fingers and refuse to play with rotary cutters and/or other sharp objects when I'm not quite in my right mind. Hopefully, I will be feeling better tomorrow (today? with all the weird sleep I've been getting my days/nights are a bit confused) and I can get my swap finished and out into the mail. Of course, I have to wait until I'm not contagious to go to the post office -- but, hey, what's an easily communicable disease amongst postal customers? (actually -- no, I wouldn't do that -- but the not being able to kiss and cuddle Miss Tinkerbell for 24 hours is killing me -- and, yes, I am watching her like a hawk since before I knew it was strep she had been cuddling with me).
Ok, enough of the self-pity here -- I'll be back soon with some photos of the loot I've been treating myself to with my birthday money and hopefully a personality adjustment. I'm also going to try and catch up with all my emails. On the plus side -- I do get all the ice cream I want for the next couple of days -- doctor's orders :0).