I did not wake up this morning feeling fine ...

There's a song that Chris and I sing on mornings when we wake up in great moods. It's a favorite of our good friend and song leader G.C. Allen, and it's called Feeling Fine. On happy mornings, Chris and I spring from the bed singing:

I woke up this morning feeling fine.
I woke up with Heaven on my mind.
I woke up with joy in my soul,
for I knew my Lord had control ...

The song builds to a somewhat chaotic chorus that usually entices us to square dance.

This morning I woke up with a hacking cough, throbbing head, fever, aching body and sore throat. Chris knelt beside the bed, and in a tender voice asked, "Did you not wake up this morning feeling fine?" Followed by, "Did you not wake up with Heaven on your mind?" He stopped short of asking me if I knew the Lord had control.

My mom picked Lincoln up around 9:30 a.m. so I could get some much needed rest and relaxation. Thanks mom! I fell asleep on the couch around 9:35. I woke up to Rufus barking at the UPS man four hours later. I called Chris and he convinced me to go to the dreaded Immediate Care Center. I arrive and am very pleased to see that I am the only person in the waiting room. Less people, less wait, right? Wrong. I waited a whopping 40+ minutes to be called back to a room where I could wait some more. While I was waiting, I had the pleasure of listening to the very loud front desk conversations. I don't believe it's considered eavesdropping if you try to block out the conversation by plugging your ears and you can still hear it.

I listened to several women rag on a fellow employee, whom I shall call Mildred. It went something like this ...

Lady #1 - "Why are you still here?"
Lady #2 - "I'm waiting on Mildred to get here."
Lady #1 - "You might be waiting all day."

At some point, there was so much chatter I couldn't tell who was saying what.

"I can't believe Mildred hasn't been fired."
"If Mildred ever makes it to work on time, she will definitely make the front page."
"Front page reads, 'Mildred makes it to work on time for the first time in 5 years!'"
"I cannot stand Mildred!"

You get the idea. After listening to that for about twenty minutes, Mildred arrives. Of course the conversation quickly changed to "Hey Mildred! How are you? I love your outfit!"

I would give you details on the rest of the front desk conversations but this is a PG rated blog.

Blah. And I thought I had a headache before I went to the Immediate Care Center.

Finally I get to see the Nurse Practitioner. She shines a light down my throat, smiles and says, "Say 'Ahhhhhhhhhh'". She looks up at me and says, "Wow. You're tonsils have huge puss-filled craters on them!" What do you say to that? Gee, thanks?

She diagnoses me with viral laryngitis and we start discussing my prescriptions. I ask her if I'm contagious. This is where the conversation really gets crazy.

Nurse Practitioner - "Only if you have a fever, which you do. Why? Are you a teacher?" (I guess now-a-days, asking "am I contagious?" is lingo for "I'm a teacher!")
Me - "No. I have a baby at home."
Nurse Practitioner (with a confused look on her face) - "Okay. Give me a minute. I'm going to have to rethink your medicine."
Me - "Why?"
Nurse Practitioner - "Well, you can't take these prescriptions if you're breastfeeding."
Me - "I'm not."
Nurse Practitioner - "Not what?
Me - "Breastfeeding" (Side note---I was nursing Lincoln up till about 3 weeks ago when I just couldn't keep up with him anymore.)
Nurse Practitioner - "Oh." (awkwardness) Well, I guess you're good to go then!

She hands me my Bad Mom Of The Year awards prescriptions. As I'm leaving, the front desk ladies shout "Hope you feel better soon" in perfect unison.

The icing on the cake was when I arrived home after picking up Lincoln, and I realized I had locked myself out of the house. Luckily, Chris was just a few minutes away from being home. What a day ...

On a positive note---I'm feeling much better thanks to the cough syrup, and my sweet sweet husband who's taken care of Lincoln tonight. I have some fun posts in store: a recipe, a challenge, and Lincoln has some news that will come from his own mouth. Any guesses?