"Weren't you sick last spring?"
"Yeah, what's your point?"
"You injured yourself last year too, didn't you?"
"Again... your point?"
Having clever students who work with you multiple semesters is a blessing and a curse, and I hate that their memories are so clear when it comes to my medical history, but so vague in recalling key points from my lectures.
The first day of my drive toward the hot bowels of the desert began with a very sore throat, and ended with fever, cough, headache, and ears so plugged I couldn't hear my truck engine. In short it was a miserable 2 days drive, and the congestive, bronchial THING I had set in deep enough that I had to cancel my first day of classes. It's four weeks later and I'm still not completely over it! (don't even ask about a doctor)
It has certainly improved from the head splitting ragged throat pain of the first week, but has left me with a pack a day smokers voice and random cough that is quite frustrating. Because of this (well, there is more but I'm putting on this) because of this, my house is still full of unpacked boxes and a tornado kitchen, my work life is a piled up series of projects that have been put off, and I've hardly talked to a soul on the phone, because I cough so ridiculously.
You can understand then, my level of frustration on Sunday last when I managed to ram a rusted broken butter knife (it broke on the spot btw) into the pinky of my right hand while in pursuit of a smoothie. A humbling trip to urgent care the next day provided an updated tetanus shot and the visual fodder for the student remarks above. (it looked like I had a giant white corn dog attached to the end of my hand)
Am I proof of self fulfilling prophecy? The long term study will not be complete for several years but early returns say possibly.
4 comments:
Medical woes that don't seem to ever cease! I hope things will perk up though. Not a great start to the desert sojourn but surely it will improve!
Goodness! One would start to wonder....
I hope it starts looking up from here on out :). I hate when it seems you can't get on top of life...one day at a time...but still so frustrating and easy to get down.
You shall overcome !!!! : )
What....
I can't believe you didn't put a picture of your finger on here. I want the finger.
I have to say when it rains it pours. I think you are in some sort of tsunami. Hopefully it will get better. I'm sorry you have to do all this stuff by your self!
I don't know how I didn't see this post before?
I saw the photo of the cutting device and am totally fine with just the description of the "white corndog" on the end of your hand...
You DO seem to have some black cloud of medical miasma that hovers over you- a la pigpen and his cloud of dirt.
Let's hope that a similar cloud of victimization - burglaries- doesn't settle in.
Maybe we need to call in an exorcist for the medical mess?
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