Poor D. He had a rough time today. This morning, he woke up with a sore neck.
If you sleep on your neck wrong and wake up with a sore muscle that is bad enough. You can try to medicate but it just hurts the rest of the day. Then you forget and turn your neck too fast and hurt it all again.
D's neck kept getting worse though. And then it got swollen and it looked like when a snake swallows an egg. Not good, I thought.
So off we went to urgent care to get D's growing lump checked out. Before we left, we all took bets on what the ailment might be. Lockjaw and spider bites were on the list but my favorite suggestion was D's - it was an unborn twin baby finally seeking revenge for twenty four years of being stuck in his neck.
Urgent care on a Saturday is not fun. It takes a long time and there is a lot of waiting and looking around. At first we kept ourselves entertained. D found a drawer labeled "disposable shorts" and I spent the next fifteen minutes keeping him from stealing a pair to take home.
But soon, all we could do was sit and wait. For me, a doctor's office is not a great place to sit and wait. I start looking around and thinking and then I start to wonder about things. I never think of logical conclusions - remember I thought a bat sneaked in and bit me and that spiders laid eggs in a mosquito bite and that my head would fall off when the dermatologist removed a mole from my neck. So I got nervous.
What was new for me was how nervous I got and how hard it was to keep it to myself. Suddenly, when it was D that was on the table, I was so worried that he would be okay. You grow up always feeling bad for friends and family get sick but when we married, a switch was flipped and I wanted nothing more than to trade places when he gets sick or hurts. It's worse to watch and have no way to help.
Well finally, after a three hour visit, we found out ... well no one was really quite sure. D has an angry lymph node and some medicine to get better. I'm just happy he's okay. :)
D's neck kept getting worse though. And then it got swollen and it looked like when a snake swallows an egg. Not good, I thought.
So off we went to urgent care to get D's growing lump checked out. Before we left, we all took bets on what the ailment might be. Lockjaw and spider bites were on the list but my favorite suggestion was D's - it was an unborn twin baby finally seeking revenge for twenty four years of being stuck in his neck.
Urgent care on a Saturday is not fun. It takes a long time and there is a lot of waiting and looking around. At first we kept ourselves entertained. D found a drawer labeled "disposable shorts" and I spent the next fifteen minutes keeping him from stealing a pair to take home.
But soon, all we could do was sit and wait. For me, a doctor's office is not a great place to sit and wait. I start looking around and thinking and then I start to wonder about things. I never think of logical conclusions - remember I thought a bat sneaked in and bit me and that spiders laid eggs in a mosquito bite and that my head would fall off when the dermatologist removed a mole from my neck. So I got nervous.
What was new for me was how nervous I got and how hard it was to keep it to myself. Suddenly, when it was D that was on the table, I was so worried that he would be okay. You grow up always feeling bad for friends and family get sick but when we married, a switch was flipped and I wanted nothing more than to trade places when he gets sick or hurts. It's worse to watch and have no way to help.
Well finally, after a three hour visit, we found out ... well no one was really quite sure. D has an angry lymph node and some medicine to get better. I'm just happy he's okay. :)
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