We sat down to watch the Mickey mouse 3 musketeers and then lunch and naps all before 11am. I am hoping they will sleep for a while so I can rest, but we'll see. I am praying for a good day tomorrow since I won't be contageous any more (Praise the Lord for that good after 24 hours of antibiotics rule!!) and I was told by not only the dr. but the pharmacist that I would feel well. Yes, I know I'm being repiticious, but I'm banking on feeling good by tomorrow. We don't trust in chariots, horses or antibiotics, but a good God who loves us and gives us means to kill the effects of the fall and the serpent! To God be the glory!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I AM SICK
Just in case I try to deny it (because I hate, with a passion being sick) I have been examined and pronounced unwell. I have tonsillitis and the Dr. winced when he looked into my mouth to check my huge throbbing throat. They are red and swollen and miserable. I am on some major antibiotics not the wimpy stuff, I'm talkin' the 5 day jobbers here (insert singing from angel choir *here*) and he said that I should feel better by tomorrow. Praise GOD!!! The trip to the pharmacy is not going to be on the "best moments of my life" hi light reel, so let me tell you. I walked in determined not to cry. Do you see where this is going? Walked confidently up to the counter and begged the pharmacy tech to RUSH my prescription and to notify me over the loud speaker when it was done. All in almost a whisper and holding my throat. We went straight to the starbucks counter and ( because I decided I was most certainly being picked on) ordered a pumpkin spice latte for me (GRANDE) and a vanilla bean frappaccino split in half with whipped cream, carmel drizzle and chocolate sprinkles for Ty and Nadia. They called my name and I paid for my prescriptions and plead with the pharmacist to give me some ideas on how to keep this from infecting my children, took my meds (choral music *Here* once again) right there on the spot (so, who cares if he felt awkward, I was miserable!!!) and left for home where we sipped our drinks and listened to a Horse and His Boy. Did I mention all the while trying not to cry because the 600mg of Ibuprofen was not even touching the pain in my throat?