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I am so embarassed.
This is a self sighting.
Saturday night, I woke up with a very swollen sore throat and by the time late Sunday night/early Monday morning rolled around, about all I could do was sit on the sofa in the fetal position crying. This thing was evidently some sort of horrible ear/throat infection.
I swear, I have never been in so much pain for that that long, and it being just completely unrelenting, in my life, and that includes having a baby. No lie.
So the husband brings me to the doc in the box Monday morning and I am just out of my mind. I have not slept the entirety of the night before and I'm in so much pain that I would have confessed to shooting both Lincoln and Kennedy, and then causing the Haitian earthquake if I had thought it would have made the pain stop. I was ready to talk.
And here they come trying to do a throat culture and I swear I could NOT refrain from fighting the nurse. I could not control myself. I tried sitting on my hands. I tried grabbing the edges of the table to keep my hands still. No dice. It was all I could do to not hit the poor woman. That tongue depressor hit the back of my mouth and it was like being electrocuted. My jaws clamped shut and I kept biting down on the swab and the stick so hard she couldn't do anything. Not to mention I kept grabbing her wrists. I swear I didn't even know my damn hands were moving until it was done.
Needless to say, they didn't get a culture. I even told them they could send someone in to hold me down, or whatever, I didn't care. They didn't want to do that. I just sat in the room and cried. I thought I was losing my mind.
Now I am sure I'm the "psycho fighting woman" over there.
But fuck! It's like I was possessed or something, I didn't even have control over my thoughts or my actions! I'm MORTIFIED.
I feel considerably better now, but my ear is still not in great shape. I bend over and the pressure changes, and that gets my attention.
Two new words I learned: Magic Mouthwash.
Saturday night, I woke up with a very swollen sore throat and by the time late Sunday night/early Monday morning rolled around, about all I could do was sit on the sofa in the fetal position crying. This thing was evidently some sort of horrible ear/throat infection.
I swear, I have never been in so much pain for that that long, and it being just completely unrelenting, in my life, and that includes having a baby. No lie.
So the husband brings me to the doc in the box Monday morning and I am just out of my mind. I have not slept the entirety of the night before and I'm in so much pain that I would have confessed to shooting both Lincoln and Kennedy, and then causing the Haitian earthquake if I had thought it would have made the pain stop. I was ready to talk.
And here they come trying to do a throat culture and I swear I could NOT refrain from fighting the nurse. I could not control myself. I tried sitting on my hands. I tried grabbing the edges of the table to keep my hands still. No dice. It was all I could do to not hit the poor woman. That tongue depressor hit the back of my mouth and it was like being electrocuted. My jaws clamped shut and I kept biting down on the swab and the stick so hard she couldn't do anything. Not to mention I kept grabbing her wrists. I swear I didn't even know my damn hands were moving until it was done.
Needless to say, they didn't get a culture. I even told them they could send someone in to hold me down, or whatever, I didn't care. They didn't want to do that. I just sat in the room and cried. I thought I was losing my mind.
Now I am sure I'm the "psycho fighting woman" over there.
But fuck! It's like I was possessed or something, I didn't even have control over my thoughts or my actions! I'm MORTIFIED.I feel considerably better now, but my ear is still not in great shape. I bend over and the pressure changes, and that gets my attention.
Two new words I learned: Magic Mouthwash.
I don't think you were sucky at all-I imagine one look at the back of your throat, plus the fact that you must've been moaning, groaning, begging them to help you, meant that you were ill. =/
that was a pure reflex, only after the thingy was flying across the room I realized what I had done. I had tears in the eyes from the pain. The dentist apologized and gave me some time to regain my composture. They had to re-sterilise the thingy anyway.
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