Birthday? Not me. Uh-uh.
I’ll bring the margaritas.
Posted by Kate on 01/18/05 at 11:58 AM
My first gout attack lasted about three days longer than necessary because I hadn’t a clue what it was, so I thought I’d just jammed my toe or something. In other words, you’re not alone.
OH my favorite! Bring them on, and lots of them! I will try and call you before we leave. So far it is still sometime on Thursday.
Posted by Jennifer AKA Me on 01/19/05 at 12:07 AM
Linkmeister...well, we have experience with colds and flu and even achy joints on occasion. But when something out of the ordinary happens, it’s not the first, second, or even third thing we think about. It’s easy to think, “I should have known,” because it all seems so logical, after the fact.
You’d think that a wound that brings on blood poisoning would give off some clues, but no. No usual symptoms of infection...just very sore and red. Nothing that out of the ordinary for a healing wound about the size of a half dollar and thrice as deep.
I would be more wary the next time, but if it happened exactly the same way, I still might be inclined to think flu first. It’s easy for the doctor to say dumb. That’s their job, I guess.
Posted by Kate on 01/19/05 at 08:29 AM
And the cure, as usual, is almost as bad. My poor stomach has no tolerance for antibiotic at all anymore. Whine, whine, whine....
Posted by Kate on 01/19/05 at 08:33 AM
When I was about 14, I had a fall and skin scraping sort of injury. It was pretty ugly and too big for the standard bandaid. My mom cleaned it up and sent me to school. I decided to dress it up some and took a red marker and drew lovely little lines leading on it up my leg...and I swear I didn’t know what it might look like and what she was thinking, but when I got home and my mom checked on my leg, I thought she was going to faint and hauled me to the doctor who at first was concerned and then started laughing. My mom was both relieved and really po’d with me.
Ever after she always bandaided and said no markers.
Ironically the password for submission is “dead”
LOL! It was the artist in you manifesting in a unique way. I can imagine your mother feeling a little faint at those purdy red lines.
Posted by Kate on 01/20/05 at 02:12 AM
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Oh you people please! You all better be better by the time I get back! Mo fell skiing this weekend and is puking her guts up with a concussion as I type. Take all your meds and get some rest. It just might be one hellofa birthday this year girl!