A Fresh Glass of W(h)ine

I don't consider myself a hypochondriac. I don't think I've been to the doctor for anything other than an annual check-up in the last 15 years. I'm pretty lucky...I don't really get "sick." Usually when I get a cold, I can get over it in just a few days. And it's probably been 6 years or more since I've really had the flu. So when, in the middle of last week, I got hit with a cold, I didn't really worry about it. But then Monday came and I was still feeling it. On Tuesday and Wednesday I had horrible migraines. On and off all this week, I've been nauseous. All this on top of the general "stuffiness." Then last night I got an earache and when it was still with me this morning, I decided to go to the doctor. We found a clinic, since my regular practitioner was closed for the weekend, and Kevin drove me out there and sat in the waiting room for 45 minutes while I saw a nurse, a med student from Eastern Virginia Medical School, a clinic doctor, then took x-rays, then saw the doctor again. The prognosis? Nothing's wrong. He gave me a prescription for something equivalent to the OTC Sudafed and I paid him the $40 copay and we left. Aaarrgghhhh. I feel stupid for going to the doctor for "there's nothing wrong with you" when I never go to the doctor. And for paying $40 to be told I should take something that's already sitting in my bathroom. Meanwhile, I still have a headache and my right ear still hurts, but this is one of those "suck it up and tough it out" deals. Oh well. Live and learn, I guess.

We then went to Olive Garden for lunch where I had a Chocolate Amaretto frozen drink with my ziti and felt much less foolish ;-) After that, we went to the mall. Our church is providing toys to Hurricane Katrina refugee families staying in a Hampton hotel. Kevin and I "adopted" an 11-year-old boy for this project, so we bought a Star Wars lego set (we ARE children of the 80s) and a small nerf football. After dropping that off at the church on the way home, we stopped at the scrapbooking store for a new tape roll for me. About a year ago, a colleague got me into the new-age scrapbooking by inviting me to a Creative Memories party. It's worked out great for the last year, but recently the relationship with the consultant we've all been using went sour after it took her 2 months to get our orders to us...which was a MONTH after she cashed our checks and credited our Visa cards. This combined with some other smaller situations has led us to resign her as our consultant. While I'm okay with this, it leaves me without a Creative Memories consultant and unable to order products...including the replacement for my adhesive dispenser. Grrrr. I ended up buying another generic dispenser. Which is fine, except that it really should have only cost me $2 for the refill, not $6 to buy a new dispenser. Hehehe. I said I wasn't a hypochondriac...I never claimed not to be a bit of a whiner ;-)

That being said, I think that I will spread out my papers and pictures, and cutters, and letters and do some scrapbooking this afternoon. That is, after all, what weekends are for!