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Things I say when I am sick

Wednesday, September 14, 2016


Did you get the news that I've been sick?  Because when I'm sick I like everyone to know about it so they can ask me how I'm feeling and offer to unload the dishwasher for me and stuff like that.  But then when I'm better and go back to work I feel like no one believed I was really sick so I have to cough occasionally in the microphone or lay down on the floor to rest.  Which also gets me out of doing crunches so that's where that fits into my class plan.

Anyway, my illness started Sunday, then gained speed Monday morning so I found subs for most of my classes, had to cancel a couple of others, and went to the local urgent care facility.  Which turned out to be mistake on several levels.  First, they didn't charge me anything because apparently I can go to another brand of urgent care clinic and get charged a flat fee of $25 for my visit.  But at this clinic, my insurance claims to have not been properly introduced - so I think I'll soon get a $300 bill for a sinus infection.  Plus cost of antibiotics.  

Second mistake was when they assigned me male nurse Tim to weigh me in, and talk to me about my hormonal ups and downs.

Now, I'm all about honestly on the blog so I'll just say it.  Tim, just went ahead and asked me if I was post menopausal.  To which I gave him the I'm already sick and you just made it 1000 times worse death stare.  Then I gently corrected him and asked if he meant to say pre-menopausalBecause male nurse, Tim, I know it was just a simple slip of the tongue on your part.  Or maybe my sinus infection has taken a larger toll than I thought and it has made me look 60ish.  Or maybe male nurse Tim just needs to get some new glasses.  And while you're at it Tim, practice a neutral face at the point of weigh- ins with female patients and you'll last a lot longer in your line of work. I, too, work in the people business and I know this to indeed be true.   

Anyway, I actually think the urgent care place had no idea what they were talking about and that I really have the first case of a new flu strain in Dallas.  The flu strain that makes your skin ache and your eyeballs feel like they got yanked out, stepped on, and then put back in your head.   

At first they gave me a particular antibiotic that may or may not have burned a hole in my esophagus with the first pill.  So I called male nurse Tim back and asked him to fix it.  The medicine, not my esophagus.  That is what is called advocating for your own care and I highly recommend it.  Or you can just call it complaining till they get it right, but gosh, you know what?  It's my body and I'm the boss.  

Anyway, I'm now taking antibiotics and some sinus kinds of things and hope to be better soon.  I also found a box of cold and flu tea bags that may be my answer to wholeness sooner rather than later.  I'll try anything.  Except things that hurt.  

In other news, Fireman Dave was supposed to be one of the first responders/heroes featured in the 9/11 Tribute half time show of the Dallas Cowboys game.  But he got a late start away from the station to get there for flag unfurling rehearsal and then tried to change into his dress blues in the car.  But.  Should I say it?  Yes, I should because it's such a Walters thing to do and fits in so nicely in my blog news reports.

Y'all he forgot his pants.  Now, he probably could've gotten away with it from some camera angles but I saw the march in and the missing pants would've totally singled him out in the crowd.  He ended up leaving, coming back home to feel sorry that he forgot his pants, then praying about in church till I felt feverish and made us all leave early.  Then he took Kid 1 and headed back out to the game as a spectator in the party pass section.

I took a nap and let Kids 2 and 3 handle things like a difficult lawn mowing job and some major life decisions on their own.  

And here we are.  A few days in pajamas, binge watching The Mindy Project on TV.  I swear I watched the entire first season plus a documentary about O.J. Simpson.  And if you are battling illness of any kind, let me now applaud you with my weak and shaky arms.  You are stronger than I.  

And last but certainly not least because this is weird.....

This really happened,  at the request of my kids' high school, I Facebook posted a survey about a potential campus name change.  The name change is to go along with an entirely new curriculum model at the school that actually started last year.  Notice I said I just posted the survey.  I did not write it, nor did I have anything to do with anything about the decision that matters.  I just hit the publish button.  That darned post got over 100 shares, and I finally deleted it after nearly 800 mean and tacky comments, 99% from the school's alumni association, with far too many directed at myself and other school leaders and volunteers.  

I totally didn't see that coming.  I didn't sleep that first night after the fuss.  I guess I was upset over it and subconsciously afraid the entire alumni association would come stage a picket line in my yard.  But in the middle of the storm, y'all.... oh my goodness... I got such a surprise!  I received a message from my childhood piano teacher who used to teach at the high school, and I was introduced to a distant relative.  She and I have the same great grandfather.  So that just proves that crazy can be going on all around us, but good stands still.  Look for the good, people.  It's always there.  

Anyway, incidents like this are exactly why I chose not to run for President of the United States this go round.  We really do need a bigger house and I do kinda like the White House.  But I'm finding President of the PTA to be enough of a challenge for the time.  Add to that the stress of my recent illness and it all adds up to premature aging.  

Vote NO on premature aging.  Now that's a strong campaign platform.    

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