Remember when I told you Thursday that I was not going to whine anymore about the way I was feeling? Well, I did tell you that (click for a reminder). And, well… I lied. The glands in my neck are still swollen. It hurts when I yawn. It hurts when I chew. It hurts when I swallow — even water. It hurts, a lot, when I cough or blow my nose — even gently. Being the drug lightweight I am (and probably because I’ve got some sort of bug taking it out of me), I’m fairly knocked out much of the day.
I have an appointment Thursday with my own doctor (Internal Medicine as opposed to General Practitioner). I’m hoping to be able to hold out until then. It’s certainly not an emergency and I don’t know what more help I’ll get at “Urgencias” than I got last week. The swelling goes up and down. It was awful first thing this morning and, within an hour, it was greatly reduced.
I was out on the terrace for a few minutes yesterday afternoon. The sun felt great. The wind hurt. When I came back in, I sat down in the living room and saw my reflection in a mirror on the opposite wall. I thought it would make a good picture. It did. But I didn’t realize the lump in my neck would be obvious. Also, I probably should have first straightened the mirror.
(I learned if you make all the pictures and mirrors on the walls crooked, people will think you dusted. Well, that’s not true: I used to accuse My Mother The Dowager Duchess of doing that because there was always something askew on her walls. I’m too obsessive-compulsive to leave anything crooked.)
So, I’ll straighten the mirror and will try again when I’m back to my usual photogenic perfection. (And now I’m hallucinating.)
Alright, so, I complained. Again. So, sue me. (But, oddly, I’m feeling quite a bit better right now. Maybe whining is a good thing.) Now I think I’ll go try to chew and swallow something.