I’m giving in. My throat – on the outside, where the glands are – has hurt for weeks. I’m now going through another round of being congested, sneezing, low grade temp, and just generally feeling like crap. I’m sure that is allergies, since my car is covered with a haze of yellow dust, but the fact that my neck hurts worse is enough to make me scream. Well, actually it’s enough to turn me in to a hypochondriac, diagnosing myself on WebMD.com. I’ve decided I have either a thyroid disorder or arthritis. (All my joints hurt when I move them.) I’m convinced that they won’t have a cure, and I’ll just have this really sore neck for the rest of my life. Meanwhile, the doctor won’t believe me and he’ll just think that I’m a hypochondriac.
Nah, I don’t have issues about this sort of thing. Uh uh, not at all.
It is incredibly rare for me to take off time from work when I’m sick. But I don’t have any looming deadlines today – I got those out of my way on Monday and Tuesday – so I think it’s about time that I gave in, sucked it up, and went to the doctor. Now if only they can get me in…
Update: I called at 8am, they called back with a time at 8:10am, and I have an appointment at 11am. There was no point in driving in to work for an hour and a half, and when I called Sandy (our office manager) she agreed. So now I’m reading through my NewzCrawler and waiting until it’s time to head on over there.