Class at 7 and now my throat is white. I remind myself of the "cotton mouth" snakes that my father always warned me of in the back yard. I make it though class of peppers and tomatoes and run to the nurse. The nurse, thankfully, is just as furious as I am that the doctors hasn't given me anything. She calls the hospital and I drive myself to the emergency room again. After 20 minutes I am advised about two tests and given a prescription for antibiotics.
The worst thing about this weekend. I am in a culinary school and am in pain when I eat. Today was my first day to attempt to eat-I haven't eaten since Friday night- and it was not a pleasant experience. Instead I just enjoy my company and go to math.
Every one has "nodded off" during class, I am not exception. But I have never slept through an entire class...before today. I had the "nodding off" feeling, you know the jerk of the head in an effort to stay awake, but this time when I jerk my head up the clock has gone past an hour. I feel awful that I slept but my body apparently needs some sleep.
Picking up my prescription reminds me how much I love Hyde Park. The gentleman not only held a light, friendly conversation, but did everything he could to help me in his establishment. The kindness I receive up here is amazing and refreshing. I make it back to my room and fall asleep. When I awake at 8 my body is refreshed but I do not want to be someplace loud or moving, I do not want to be alone either. Thankfully a friend offered an escape. I had a night of couch side TV watching, it all goes back to the small things, no?
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