Things aren’t pretty over here.
I decided it was a good morning to not run and to get extra sleep.
Lucky for myself and my patients, I turned for the worst at the end of the day yesterday.
Unlucky for me, I found myself at immediate care for an hour. That place is nuts. Like the DMV but you’re surrounded by sick people.
Rapid questions were thrown at me that I had trouble answer. The hardest question: where do you want your prescription filled at? Suddenly I could not recall a single Walgreens in this city.
With medication, fluids, and herbs (I had to kill prescription-filling time) in hand I admitted defeat for the night. I found my way into pajamas, grabbed my childhood stuffed bear (Bear) and sir Benjamin Franklin, took my meds, and moaned in pain all night.
The best boyfriend took care of dinner. I was able to manage to boil water and grab one ingredient from the fridge. A five year-old can do more than that.
Trader Joe’s sun-dried tomato and goat cheese ravioli with a red pepper spread and a side salad. It all tasted good but I was just in too much pain to finish. We watched the guys sand volleyball while we ate. I realized that there’s something so captivating about watching Kerry Walsh Jennings and Misty May Treanor. Can’t wait to watch them tonight!
The name of the game today: fluids.
The name of the game next week: half marathon race. Oh boy.