The only time I was sicker than I am right now was when I was working two jobs in the 90's. I worked a 9-5 job at NBC Productions in Burbank, CA and then jumped in my car immediately after work and drove to La Mirada, CA (over an hour away) to a theatre and handled the props for two different shows, "A Chorus Line" and "Time of the Cuckoo" with Marion Ross and Cesare Danova. I loved both jobs. I gave both jobs my all ... but I was most enamoured with working with the celebrities.
I worked at the theatre every night except Monday night. We did six evening shows with two matinees on Saturday and Sunday. The curtain call was at 10:45 PM and I had an hour or so of clean up. Then I hopped back into my car and drove the hour to my home. To say that I was burning my candle at both ends was an understatement.
I was offered the third show in the theatre's Broadway Series, this one with Mark Harmon. I so wanted to do that show, too ... but I got sick. Really sick. It was inevitable.
So, that said, I've been close to that point again. Near death? Hardly. But it sure feels like it.
I took myself to the doctor yesterday and learned I have an 'upper respiratory infection'. Sounded ominous enough. I'll accept that dianosis.
I started wondering how I caught it; what it was; how can I avoid this in the future, etc.
I took my questions to a friend of mine who's a pediatrician/internist. The conversation went as follows:
kjoy : urgent care says I have an upper respiratory infect. I'm mad because they said I can return to work tomorrow. I so wanted another day off.
Poopsie : Good news that you are getting better
kjoy : I don't feel any better. How does one catch an upper resp'y infect. anyway?
Poopsie : upper respiratory tract infection= URI=common cold. spread by close contact to someone with an infection.
kjoy : I JUST HAVE A STINKIN' COLD?????
Poopsie : yup.
So much for being near death. So much for getting one more day off. So much for getting any sympathy - at all - from myself or anyone else. And so much for thinking I was just as sick as I was back in the 90's. I wasn't.
Or was I? Maybe all I had was a cold then, too? Maybe my C-Section, to bring Elizabeth into this world was just a figmant of my imagination, too? A simple cold? And maybe all Rick had was a cold?
Maybe his back surgery never even happened. Maybe I imagined it all.
Maybe I should stop whining and go blow my nose. It IS just a cold, you know.