Rumor Mill!

It has been a rough couple of weeks. I am sick. Two trips to the ER, one cat scan, one neurologist, one ear, nose and throat specialist and several antibiotics later I am still dizzy, nausea's and having blurred vision. But none of that even remotely equals the hilarity of the situation that happened at Walgreen's on Thursday night. Yes, that's right Sus, I said Walgreen's!

Thursday was not a good day, I was supposed to take the entire week off to rest which I did not do because according to my loving friends I am trying to kill myself but I did take Friday off out of exhaustion. I had a horrible group of 18 detention kids that night and had to stay at work to write sub plans so I put in a 10 and 1/2 hour day and still had to hit the pharmacy on the way home to pick up a new medication. As I was waiting for the said medication I was browsing and needed to pick up something for a yeast infection courtesy of all the antibiotics I have been pumping into my system.

Picture this: You teach 7Th grade, are trying to buy something for feminine itching and from down the aisle you hear "Hi, Ms. Knapp" and it's a boy! A 13 year old boy coming at you. So I put the box on the shelf and turn discreetly hoping to protect my privacy a little. Chatted wit the boy for a moment and then as he turned to leave he looked at me with this little grin on his face and said don't worry, I won't tell. This is when I noticed I had turned to move away from the products I was buying only to stand in front of the home pregnancy tests!

Now, this combined with the fact that I was MIA on Friday should make for an interesting Monday. I can't wait to see what rumors will be flying - should be interesting!

At least it was something to laugh at in the midst of all the rest. It is all pretty much a mystery right now, the ENT can't agree with the neurologist and has ordered a new CT and the neurologist thinks I am dehydrated and my coworkers think that is absurd as I drink more than a camel on any given day.

I came up with a brilliant plan last night to go to the hospital and check myself into the psychiatric unit and tell them I am making myself sick to force their hand into making a diagnosis. It was perfect, until I realized we don't have a psychiatric department in this hospital. Yeah, that's Yuma.