Cocaine Princess here.
I've been feeling pretty good all week and I haven't lost my sanity despite being in the house for so long. I was ready to bail but my sister wanted me to get checked out by the doctor before I did. She wasn't convinced I was well enough to go out.
I was on the phone with Valentina all yesterday morning. 'Is your sister still possessed by a prison guard?' she asked. 'Twenty four hours a day. She won't even take a break,' I replied.
Yesterday after lunch my doctor made another visit. He checked my temperature, blood pressure and my heart. My heartbeat, it was a little fast. It was beating fast because I was excited. I couldn't wait for him to give me the green light, a clean bill of health. Instead of a green light I received a big fat ugly red light. 'Another week,' the doctor said. 'That's what I thought,' A said back. 'Another week. What? Why?' I asked. 'All your pox have crusted over except four. The one on your hand, the two on the back of your arm and the one on your elbow,' he answered. 'So I can't go out yet?' 'Not until the four have crusted over like the others.' 'What if I wear long sleeves, can I then go out?' 'Over 50% of chicken pox deaths occur to people over the age of 20,' he answered. He couldn't have answered with a simple yes or no? Then of course my sister had to say a few words. 'I told her that very same thing, she didn't believe me.' For some reason she was taking far too much pleasure in all this. 'They're hardly noticeable,' I said to him. 'Look at how small they are. And I feel fine. I really do.' And again 'A' felt the need to have her say. 'She also said she was feeling fine the day we went shopping. She was running a fever, could hardly walk and mistook the chicken pox for a breakout.' And if that wasn't annoying enough the doctor and 'A' began talking back and forth about me like I wasn't even in the room. 'Is she scratching?' he asked. 'She was in the beginning. I've been applying Aveeno lotion and she's been soaking in Aveeno oatmeal.' 'How's her appetite?' 'At first she couldn't stomach much...' Hello! 'She' is me and I'm right here. Ask me the questions. When he went off to one side to answer his cell I looked at 'A' and whispered, 'stop agreeing with everything he says.' 'Everything he said I already told you. You're not ready to go out.' 'You have a degree in teaching and not in medicine. And stop talking like I'm not even here,' I whispered back. When the doctor returned he asked if I had any questions. I had one. I asked, 'I only have four so what's the worst that could happen if I was to go out?' 'The worst? If an adult patient doesn't properly take care of themselves one of the complications they can develop from the chicken pox is....(I forget the word but it started with the letter 'e'). An acute inflammation of the brain. Damage can occur as the inflamed brain pushes against the skull which leads to death. The usual symptoms start with stiffness in the neck and limbs. Any other questions?' 'Yes. Can I beat you with your stethoscope?' I asked. Don't worry I didn't ask that. But oh God I was thinking it. Although at that point I didn't know who I wanted to beat first. The doctor for saying I had to stay indoors another week or my sister for calling the doctor in the first place.
Good grief another friggin' week in the house. I had plans this weekend. After hitting the malls I wanted to go to the movies to see,The Mummy: Tomb Of The Dragon Emperor. By the looks of it by the time I'll be allowed out of the house it'll be on DVD.
A blogger left me a comment on another post, 'how lucky you are you didn't catch the chicken pox during the week of Madonna's concert!'
If I was really lucky I would have gotten the chicken pox during the week of The Eagles concert.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
