I am mostly well, May is well but still a little draggy and cranky, and A and August are still well. I believe that maybe August has been protected by my antibodies since she still nurses a few times a day. Is that even possible? And if so, might I have a marketable commodity here, what with the H1N1 vaccine shortage? (This doesn’t explain why A hasn’t succumbed, though. He is not drinking my milk. That I know of.)
I said “mostly well” because the misery that spent the week seething through my body has settled into a dime-sized spot an inch behind my left cheek, so I’m thinking I must have a sinus infection.
I’m hesitating about going to the doctor, though, because since starting at a new clinic this summer I’ve been in for two appointments: 1) to establish care and to check out what I believed might be head cancer but was not and 2) to have them listen to my lungs last week for feared pneumonia, which wasn’t there. I don’t really want to be that lady with all the fake illnesses, and sinus infections are so nebulous, it seems like a gamble to go in and try to convince them that I do actually know when something is wrong.
Also, I have seen two doctors there. One was 21 years old and nervous. The other was 21 years old and looked like a 21-year-old George Clooney and had a fetching Eastern European accent. This was at the initial check-up and head cancer appointment. The guy asked me whether I’d had a pap smear, and I flashed into a minor panic. “Yes! Yep, all set with pap smears, thanks! My oldunattractivefemaleOBGYN takes care of those. Really! All set!”
So I realize diagnosing a sinus infection wouldn’t mean George Clooney having to rummage around my bits, but I’m still not thrilled about going in to visit with either of those nice young men again. I’ll give it a few days and see if my head starts to feel symmetrical again, and in the meantime try to find a GP who is female and/or over 40.