So, for the past five days or so I have had this nagging little sore throat. It wasn't a big deal and it wasn't really getting any worse so I just ignored it. After all, I had no other symptoms and no one else in the house was sick so it can't be too major right?
Then yesterday evening something happened. I am 99% sure that I didn't swallow a nail, mash my tonsil with a hammer or set said tonsil on fire. That having been said, those are the only reasonable explanations I could come up with. I went from no big deal to my tonsil may or may not fall off today in a matter of hours. By bedtime it was throbbing so hard my ear was hurting. Need less to say, it was a rough night. I have never been so desirous of a hospital strength Ibuprofen (which I have in my medicine cabinet for just such occasions), especially when my two little Tylenol (the only safe thing to take while pregnant) didn't make a hill of beans of difference.
So this morning I called Mike home and he sat with the kids while I went up to Patients First. Now, let me ask you math geniuses out there, explain this little word problem to me... I am the fourth person in the door and therefor the fourth on the list. There are three doctors there (at least) and let's be generous and say they spend 10 minutes with each patient (again, we are being generous). So why is it, with three doctors, three patients ahead of me and 10 minutes per patient, it takes me an hour and a half to get out of there? I know, it didn't add up to me either but then again, I can't play Yahtzee without a calculator so I am not really a reliable gauge.
In all fairness to them, they were very nice and thorough. After my negative strep test I thought I had to be experiencing one of two things, either I just had some gnarly virus and I'm a tremendous wuss or my tonsil really was going to fall off. They decided to draw some blood to check my white count. That was fun. The lady was nice as could be but she probably would have had trouble finding a good vein on Mr. Ed. After poking and digging around a few times she finally managed to get the blood and all she could say to me was, "You're going to have a pretty nice bruise." Thank you.
So it turns out I have a bacterial infection in my tonsils. How on Earth did I do that? I mean, don't most infections stem from an earlier illness? Anyway, I am now on antibiotics and I only had to consult with the Patients First dr, my obgyn and the pharmacist before I felt comfortable that they were safe to take during pregnancy. Hey, you never can be too careful right? :)