The New & Improved Book of CC

I apparently lost some weight while I was sick.

This morning I was vaguely aware that I was yanking up my jeans more than usual. After class I went to the library to look up some database stuff for a while. After that, I headed for the ladies' room before leaving campus.

As I walked down the hall, I felt my jeans falling down. Not just falling down a little, but enough to create an odd breeze that's not appropriate in public.

As an aside, I don't really have those things called "hips" that other people use to keep their pants up. Now I can take off my jeans without even unbuttoning them.

Let's just say that if I hadn't been wearing a long-ish jacket, the world would have seen London and France. Thank goodness LA College is not a busy campus.

Maine has four distinct seasons: fall, winter, mud and July.

-- typical Maine humor

The five-foot piles of snow are gone.

It hasn't rained for a good 7 days straight.

The mud has pretty much dried up. (I really should get out there and fill in the holes from when the car got stuck in like ten inches of muck.)

It's like 55 degrees out today.

It almost feels like...

Nope... I dare not utter the "s" word, because this is Maine and we could still conceivably have another snowstorm.

Still, it's pretty darn nice out today.

I've been on heavy-duty antibiotics since Wednesday, and feeling a little better every day.

Misha introduced me to the amazing Neti pot. This is one of the wonders of Ayurvedic medicine, a technique for cleansing and irrigating the nasal passages and sinuses.

It's possibly the only yoga practice that involves nearly drowning yourself.



It took me a while to get the hang of it-- the sensation of warm, salty post nasal drip is gross-- but once I did... WOW! I felt fantastic.

Highly recommended to anyone with sinus/allergy/dust problems.

PLEASE DO NOT USE GLOVES AS BALLOONS.
CHILDREN CAN CHOKE ON THEM.

-- sign on wall of exam room

I had such a miserable night last night. Around 3am, I was awakened by my ibuprofen buzz wearing off.

BAM! The pain just started with no warning.

My cheekbones and forehead and nose hurt so bad, I was crying like a baby waiting for the next dose to kick in. Crying too hard to even do those white light healing visualization exercises.

In the morning, I tried to get into a clinic Matt's family swears by. Unfortunately, no new patient appointments available for at least 1-2 weeks.

So this afternoon I went to the ER again... but this time at the other hospital in town.

As you may recall from my last post, the PA at the first hospital told me I was just suffering from allergies, nothing that required antibiotics or anything.

A funny thing happened on my way to my death bed.

I was absolutely right in seeking a second opinion.

In about 30 seconds upon being looked at, it was determined I have cellulitis in my nose. This is a dangerous infection that can easily spread to the brain if not caught quickly.

Within minutes, a nurse was tapping at my veins and poking a needle in my hand. They gave me an IV dose of Rocephin... and a prescription for Cephalexin.

I have to go back tomorrow for a follow-up.

At least this time my prescription was only four bucks at Wal-Mart.

I spent several hours in the emergency room today-- one of my favorite pastimes, for sure.

I don't have a real doctor, nor do I have any insurance to speak of. Back in Connecticut, there was a walk-in medical clinic on every corner; that was my health plan, and it worked. Here in Maine, though? It's the emergency room.

A while ago, I tried to find myself a good old-fashioned primary care physician. You know, what they used to call a "General Practitioner" back in the olden times. Before medicine went all corporate and everybody turned specialist. I remember going through the phone book and making calls. There were two basic responses to my inquiry:

• "We are not accepting new patients at this time."
• Some variation on my lack of HMO/insurance being an insurmountable hurdle
  

That was just discouraging. I'm happy things are so booming that you can just turn down people who want to give you money in exchange for services. I gave up and just hoped my good-health mojo would continue.

Inevitably, demons infested my sinuses on Friday or so, and I needed a good exorcist.

Dayquil Sinus bought me a few fleeting moments of relief over the next few days, but I knew I'd have to do something drastic sooner or later.

Even my teeth hurt. WebMD said SINUSITIS. Frontal and Maxillary.

Fast forward to Central Maine Medical Center (where, to be fair, I was acknowledged, processed and treated quickly).

The doctor-- and not even a doctor, but merely a physician's assistant-- looked in my ears and down my throat, and listened to my lungs, front and back.

Diagnosis: just seasonal allergies.

Now, I have had seasonal allergies since I was 11 years old. I know the drill. Sinus stuff is not part of my seasonal allergy experience. They are entirely different animals.

I come from a long line of stubborn, doctor-fearing cowards. If I'm considering medical attention, I can assure you I AM FRIGGIN SICK.

So I ended up with a prescription for Flonase (generic version: $70.59) and two packets of bacitracin for the fiery inflammation on my ceptum. She recommended ibuprofin for the blinding pain in my forehead and cheekbones.

I stood outside the ER doors, waiting for my ride, and crying bitterly into a tissue.

I just want to feel better.