Week 2

It has been a rough week. Saturday evening I felt it- my dreaded swollen tonsils. I have been fighting them for over 20 years, having doctors tell me I am too old to have them taken out and we need to find the cause. No cause has been explained and once again I was completely knocked off my feet. I went to the Urgent Care Sunday morning (missing a church picnic I had spent a long time planning and was very sad to miss) where I was told once again it is not strep (I have only been diagnosed with strep once in my 49 years of life) and given antibiotics. Monday I saw my PCP. I realized in the 3 years he has been my doctor I had not presented to him with tonsillitis... what would be his reaction to a request for  a referral to an ENT? 

He was wonderful. Gave me pain medication and said that what I have is probably related to strep but doesn't test as strep and that I am probably a carrier who needs my tonsils out! Waiting on a call from the ENT to make an appointment. 

Today is day 4 and I am off the Vicodin but even on Tylenol and Advil I have a pain level of 3-5. Being in pain makes you weary. I suppose I should wax prose about all I can learn from this, right? Wrong. I am too tired to care. My mind does wander to the woman who touched the hem of Jesus' garment after years of bleeding. But I cannot concentrate when I am in pain.  So no great revelations in this post. 

Thank you for listening.  


(8/19/15 - I am feeling much better and I see the ENT on 9/4/15)

(12/11/15- my tonsils were removed 11/3/15 and I am feeling great. So happy to have them gone.)