Opened public bathroom door with foot.
The right side of my neck has been hurting for a couple of days, throat just started hurting today, and just checked my temp and have a fever. I appear to be sick…again. 2013 has been the year of sickness. So, after realizing I have a fever, my natural inclination is to hit the internets to try to figure out what could be the cause of this illness. I google “swolen lymph node on one side of neck” and come to my first link. Options:
1) mono [I have been extremely tired recently so this is possible],
2) laryngitis [voice is fine so I guess that’s not it], and
3) sore throat.
Hmmm. I’m gonna go with sore throat for now, since I’m just getting over a cold and I can’t have mono during the summer. That won’t work for me. But let’s check another link – I’m sure there’s got to be some other options. After a couple more fairly useless links, I stumbled upon this great blog post. Please read and enjoy.
Anddddd…that’s my cue to go to bed so I can fight whatever it is. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m not a doctor, even though my self-diagnosis accuracy rate is usually at about 75%. 80 on a good day.
Okay, good night!
Sara: Hey Jon, it’s Sara. Switching over to email (from eHarmony) as you suggested. Hope you are having a good weekend. Get into anything fun?
Like me, you may have had to read that a couple of times to make sure you were reading it correctly. Let’s review:
– Hey Girl
– Clarification of which mall he walked, in case there was any confusion.
– I total, he asked about five miles.
– He walked some basketball.
I have no idea why that just popped into my head. But since it did, I figured I’d take a moment to capture the thought. What does “yelllo,” mean, you may ask? Valid question. My mother, to this day, sometimes still answers the phone with a long, drawn out “hello.” Except, it sounds more like:
I believe there was an episode on Seinfeld once wherein Elaine was guilty of the same thing. Although that should not really surprise anyone. Ant, a friend who gave a toast in my sister’s wedding two weekends ago, did tell the entire wedding reception that hanging out with the Barbers growing up was like living an episode of Seinfeld. Funny, because that same thought actually crosses my mind on an almost daily basis.
By golly, I have NO CLUE why that just popped into my head, but it did.
Anyway, I came on to the blog just now to copy and paste the link so a friend of mine, Elle, could read a classic: From Art Galleries to Raging Dance Parties. In our ongoing text messages back and forth, we were discussing the recent success we’ve had with eHarmony. Well, isn’t that funny. Surprisingly, I have some stories from good old eHarmony! Who would have thought?! Thinking about getting back on it, in all actuality. Why not? I haven’t given the online thing a shot in a hot minute. okcupid does not count; that’s more of a fake online dating site. No one pays for it so no one takes it seriously. Now, if I pay to meet a man, clearly I have a better chance of meeting a quality fellow who is also willing to pay to meet a woman. Meeting men in real life just hasn’t been working out for me as of late. So I will buy myself a man. And consider it a good investment.
I wrote a whole blog post in the car ride home to Connecticut last night. It took me hours to do on my phone. It was good. It was funny. I deleted it.
Going to go finish writing my toast for Jean and Dave’s wedding tomorrow. Hoping I can snap out of this funk I’m in now because I’m so sad about this post.
Is there anything grosser than knocking your head mistakenly on the way off the bus on one of those yellow plastic hand holders that hang from the ceiling? I think not.