All of last week I was sick.
I wrote about it on Monday. Tuesday, I finally went to the doctor.
I had a fever of 104.
He was surprised I was even sitting upright.
He gave me a shot, and some pills, and took blood because he didn't know what was wrong with me.
He also wrote me a note saying that I couldn't go back to work for the week, which I had immediately faxed to my office.
I had a follow up on Thursday (which I found out once I got there was his "Emergencies Only" day... yippee). They knew who I was immediately... guess word gets around fast when you're a new patient who walks in with a 104 fever. He told me my bloodwork came back normal (as in, he still didn't know what was wrong with me). My fever was going down gradually though, so that was good. But now he wanted me to get a chest X-Ray. Awesome.
The next day was the third day I took the pills- and the second day in a row that they made me sick. I called him and told him, so he changed me to a Z Pack. It's been working much better.
Saturday a friend took me to get the X Ray. I fill out my paperwork and am waiting for the nice receptionist to get through them and tell me what to do next. And then this guy walks in:
Except ya know, he wasn't in uniform, and he just looked like a normal (albeit somewhat large) guy who was all banged up. Whatever dude- get in line. Except no, the nice receptionist is all smiling and pushing her boobs up, and buzzes him right in.
What.
I guess the look I gave her said that, because she hastily whispered "Celebrity status." So obviously I asked who he was, but then she snapped "Confidentiality clause."
WhatEVER.
She had me standing there long enough to overhear that he is Kyle Bosworth, of the NY Giants-- so that was kind of cool. Except he was released from the Giants later that day. But he's okay- yesterday he got picked up by the Cowboys.
So. That has been my entire week. Staying in my apartment, eating, sleeping, and recovering. Repeat. I'm actually looking forward to going to work tomorrow, after another follow up of course. But before I was quarantined, I had an awesome day. These are from last Saturday, at the AfroPunk Festival at Commodore Barry Park in Brooklyn. The music at the stage I was near wasn't that great, but the atmosphere, weather, and company was perfect! There were food trucks galore, cute little stands with more jewelry/Tshirts/ tchotchkes (yeah I Googled that) than you could imagine, and beer gardens. And some pretty epic people watching (but I decided not to be a total creeper and take their pics... this time).
Summer Goal #11: Go to a concert/music festival- check!
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| This was the main stage- there was at least one other stage of about the same size at the other end of the park |
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| lawn seating= best seating |
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| there was a LOT of food- this guy was serving either chicken, lamb, or veggie curry in a breadbowl- absolutely delicious! |
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| dulce de leche deliciousness- so freakin good |
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| the lovely couple |
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| My Booty Buddy (BB) and me |
What was your favorite experience this summer?