
Well, this has been an interesting week from start to finish. And nothing tops it off like a nice allergic reaction.
For those of you who are not familiar with the uvula. Which to be honest, when I first look at the spelling myself I think it's another part of the body.
But the uvula is that thing in your throat that cartoon characters occasionally use as a punching bag.
**See picture of Tweety above**Well, Wednesday I had gone out to get some wood later in the day. Some of the wood in storage is from last year and has gotten a bit musty and dry. So, I could have very well breathed in something from the wood cellar that irritated me.
But I start feeling what I think is a sore throat coming on. In the past anytime I've had a sore throat a cold isn't too far behind. So, I just resigned myself to the fact that quite a few people I knew were getting the nasty old cold bug and seeing I work with children and teens I was probably going to get bitch-slapped with it too. Or so I thought.
So, I just started going through my usual regime when I come down with a cold. I still had some cold syrup left over from my previous illness. Just enough for one more helping. I figured in the morning I'd just go out and get some more and went to bed.
That morning I woke up with what felt like crap in my throat. Yeah, I know. Gross. But remember I think it's a cold.
So, as I'm going through my usual morning routine of checking my e-mail, trolling Facebook, seeing how things are going with some of the stuff I posted on E-Bay, I'm just sniffing and clearing my throat. It was suddenly when I went to clear my throat I realized what I was trying to clear out of my throat was in fact my uvula. Which was now resting on my tongue.
Before you start wincing and writhing. It was STILL attached. It had just obviously swollen. I knew it must have been considerably because I can't talk and it felt like I was gagging on it.
Okay, you can wince and writhe now.
So, I go find a mirror and a flashlight. Sure enough, it has swelled up to epic proportions. I'm a bit concerned because I'm suddenly aware that it's touching my throat and my tongue. So, I immediately feel like I'm gagging on it.
And even though I'm having a lot of trouble talking, I can still breath. So, that's a plus. So instead of going into a panic (which I felt coming on) and before it turns into one of these things where it might affect the rest of my throat and potentially cause it to swell up too, I called my clinic.
But it was 8:30am and I found out from the recording they didn't open till 9am. So, I made myself a hot cup of tea and (tried to) wait patiently.
Finally, 9am rolls around and I give them a call explaining what's up. I immediately get an appointment and I am in the car and down there faster than you can say Jack Robinson.
After a short wait in the waiting room, I see the doctor who looks at my throat and immediately says "I'm impressed!" which I respond, "I'm not sure if that's something I should be proud of".
Thankfully, she said it was nothing dreadful but serious enough that it needed dealing with. So, I was prescribed antibiotics and something called Milton's Miracle Mouthwash, which I eventually picked up at CVS after a long snafu with them screwing up my health insurance and having to go back and forth with my insurance assuring CVS that I had not been terminated.
After the rigmarole I've gone through with Network Health in the past, I was starting to get a bit miffed if I had to go through this again.
The doctor had also prescribed taking a Benadryl and doing a warm salt water gargle. Which I did and it caused the swelling to go down a bit.
FINALLY I come to find out they screwed up my birth date and I finally get my meds without shelling out $100! Which now I wake up a day later with both the soreness and swelling gone down considerably. I still feel awful and sinusy. But considerably better than I did this morning.
Well, as much as a nightmare this week has been for me. I am grateful that most of the problems I have dealt with have been manageable.