I pulled skeptically up to the doctor's office (in my freaking car, no less) and walked begrudgingly up to the door. I filled out the required paperwork, talked to the nice lady at the counter (who inevitably heard about my obsession for bicycles and in turn the justification for my visit), gave her my card after she asked for it and if I could help her get back on a bike (yay!), eavesdropped on several depressing/ interesting conversations about alcoholism and asthma in the waiting room betwix two obese patients with walkers and face masks to protect themselves from airborne issues (how about maybe protecting yourself from the cheeseburgers instead...ooooh, sorry, that really was mean but somehow not getting deleted...maybe the steroid shot is making me angsty), and waited to get called back to get checked out.
After what seemed like an eternity I sulked back to get my vitals or something checked and felt like a bad kid getting escorted to the principal's office. Shortly after being shown my sterile little room and being told to wait for the doc I began wondering what they were going to find. A few moments later a chubby yet cheerful MD sauntered into the room kind of dancing and after apologizing for the wait, explained that he's a big mo-town fan and just discovered a new radio station on line that is really getting him moving. So things were looking up. I appreciated his sense of humor immediately and felt a bit less frustrated with the wait. After looking around a bit he announced that I have a "raging sinus infection. In fact, the worst I've seen in weeks! You get a prize kid, but not one you want: prize for an absolute text book case, only to the Nth degree." He also asked if I'd been starring as Rudolph in a recent Christmas play (very clever sir) and when I told him I felt like shit he responded with a quick, "Well, you look like shit. Let's get that taken care of." For some reason this all made me like him even more. So, he figured out some antibiotics for me to enjoy popping 2x daily for the next 10 and ordered up a steroid shot to be pierced lovingly into my gluteus maximus. Hooray! He did mention the side effects would most likely include insomnia (thus the nearly 2am post). Yup.
I feel like at least I've killed a few minutes and gotten this all off of my congested chest. Wait, I'll at least attach some ski pics.
|Copper smelling the snow. Beautiful day really.|
|Not entirely sure why I continue to take these.|
|Inside looking out from the sweeeet snow fort we found.|
|Kyle deciding whether or not to wreck it. I voted no; he complied.|
Enjoy. And drink some OJ. Annnnnd, for the love of everything holy, please share a story of your favorite ride so I can live vicariously through you!!! Please?
Over and out...