My throat started hurting last Friday evening, and over the weekend I just got worse! When I woke up on Tuesday, I would have preferred being consumed by death than deal with whatever was not letting me get better.
I threw in the towel and knew I had to go to the hospital to get checked out. (By hospital of course I'm referring to my very first medical experience since switching my TRICARE over to being seen by the staff at the Naval Hospital.) It was a pleasant enough experience. I was in and out in no time really. I had crazy high blood pressure, and we're not sure what that's all about, so I get to go back tomorrow. Fun. The PA seems to think it's from the amphetamine in the sudafed I was taking. It knocked me out, and I didn't really like it, so luckily I only took it Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning! It of course made me a nervous wreck getting my BP taken several time, being told to sit and wait while the nurse figured out if I needed an EKG, and then having it taken several more times!
|This pretty much sums up how I felt: blurry and exhausted.|
|I eat my soup out of a mug :)|