I’m one of those really annoying people who likes to complain when they are sick, but won’t actually go to the doctor. I’ll lay in bed and mope… dope myself up with medicine, and expect for mountains to be moved in order to make me feel better, but the doctor isn’t usually an option.
But today was different. I woke up in the wee hours of the night feeling closer to a fire breathing dragon than myself. My body ached and my stomach cramped. My left ear felt close to explosion, but it was my throat that was the main concern. I popped a cough drop and slept uneasily for a few more hours; waking too often from the pain. I thought that it was the flu. I thought that I would just lay around all day and feel sorry for myself.
As the morning lingered on the pain became worse… swallowing was excruciating, and I knew that this was something bigger. My concerns were validated when I looked into my throat to find big grayish nasty blisters that ran down my tonsil and throat.
A few hours later, and a huge shot in my right ass cheek confirmed a diagnosis of strep throat.
Now my throat and my ass hurts.
You’re welcome for that visual.
I had a double header of shoots yesterday, and after I was finished I felt like I had just shot a double header of weddings. I could barely stay awake as we drove the streets last night showing the boys Christmas lights, and I was asleep by 9:30pm… since 1am is usually my bedtime, that was probably the first indication that something was amiss.
Here’s a photo from one of my shoots yesterday… to try to make this day feel a little prettier… because the ladies at YOUR BEAUTY CALL always make things prettier.