I was on the fence all day until Bro. Marchbanks gave some insight into my situation. "Whit's wife, Jenny Whittaker, died of strep throat." Oh mannnnn, so true! Thank God for a man of God in my life that is not afraid to tell it like it is!
After school was over Nicole and I hopped on a bus and headed over to the doctor. Here in Mexico, there are clinics everywhere. A "consulta" is thirty pesos (about $2.50 USD). The doctor diagnoses you then writes out a prescription. You then go next door to the pharmacy and pick up whatever meds you choose to buy based off of what he's recommended.
|Trying to discreetly take a picture|
|Lady mopping the floor, no doctor in sight.|
|Sneakily taking a picture of the doctor arriving and going in his office...with a toolbox...lol....|
|Me, milking this illness for all it's worth|
When finally, finally it was my turn to go into the doctor's office, I sat down at his desk and said, I know this is hard to believe since I have this big, dorky smile on my face and I'm walking without any problem, but "Something is wrong with my throat." Nicole then so kindly interjected, "AND SHE HAS A FEVER!" *awkward silence*
The doctor had me sit up on the table, asked me some questions, then listened to my heartbeat. He checked my temperature, which was at 101.12 degrees Fahrenheit. See you guys? I wasn't faking.
He took his fancy little light out, shined it in my mouth for a second then set it down with a huff and pursed lips. He motioned Nicole over (apparently they were bffs now on account of Nicole's fever comment) and said, "Look at this!" Nicole replied, "Yeah!! I told her it was inflamed!"
He then went on to explain all the nasty things that were going on and that I had this virus and that infection, blah, blah, blah. He told me that anyone else would have come to his office crying and begging him to take away the pain. (He was very dramatic and said this while grasping his throat.) I replied, "Es que soy bien fuerte." (I'm very strong. Ha!) He said I must have a very high pain tolerance and all kinds of other things that made me feel all warm and fuzzy and un-wimp-like. (See blog title.)
Today, my favorite thing to tell Nicole is, "I need fluids. Can you go pick me up some fluids?" She has been very gracious and patient and thankfully, I have plenty of fluids on my nightstand.
I'm highly contagious so I stayed home from school, cleaned Nicole's room and made fettuccine alfredo for dinner. I hope I don't contage you all through this post. (Yes, I know contage is not a word, but you know what I mean.)
Have a great, strep-free week!