Week 1 - Day 7 - My U-vue-what?

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Still sick....

Week 1 was a complete right-off.  I only made it yoga once, and hardly ate this week so I didn't really have much opportunity to try to cook meals without using processed stuff. 

Wah wah wah..........sucks.

I had a few moments of feeling better, even helped a friend paint her shed this weekend.  But just as I let my guard down, my throat would swell up again.  It seems worse at night, and of course my nose is stuffed up, so I'm breathing thru my mouth, so I wake up so dry that I'm willing to drink toilet water.

Saturday night we went out to the Casino to find out if I won the Madonna tickets.  I didn't. Whatever. Didn't want to see her anyway. Her loss...

So I'm feeling better, all excited that I'll get to yoga on Sunday. Yeah, not so much. I wake up at 3:00am and could hardly breath, felt like I was choking.  GREAT!!!  I go take a look in the mirror and almost screamed. My uvula was so swollen that it was double it's size, both length and width, so badly it was resting on my tongue.  So every time I swallowed or talked it was gagging me.  Worried that the swelling might not stop, I decided it was time for a trip to the hospital.  3am, Dartmouth Hospital on a Saturday night....oh this was going to be interesting. 

First off, I am not one to go rushing to the doctor/hospital....my rule with the kids is someone has to be bleeding to death or have protruding bones before we go.  My biggest pet peeve is people who rush to the hospital for colds and then complain about our health care system and how long the waits are.  But I knew I needed something...

I arrived to an empty parking lot.  Weird. I went it and the waiting room was empty. WEIRD.  The nurse took me right in, I was brought right to the back, and saw a doctor within minutes.  WEIRDER!!!  I don't know if it was a full moon or what, but I was there and back home again with penicillin within 50 minutes. 

It's now Monday, and it's all still swollen. I hate taking antibiotics...I get enough of that in my meat (blah). This is the first time in years that I've taken anything for an illness and go figure, doesn't help anyway.  Just a crap-tas-tic week.

I really feel sad that I basically missed Week 1 of LYM12.  At least next week's challenge is active listening so if my throat's still sore I have an excuse not to talk....