Now this was a fresh day in hell for me. I woke up looking like I had a softball stuck under my chin. I had already had the mumps as a child so I knew it wasn’t that. I don’t recommend “googling” your symptoms because you will walk away from the computer completely convinced you are on the road to the coroner’s office any second. I got a hold of my Doctor and he managed to squeeze me and my oversized throat into his packed schedule. Noah knows I’m not a whiner and if I was calling him at the last minute he figured something was really wrong. His first words to me when he saw me? :
“Now that’s impressive! Jesus, Patricia, what happened to you?”
Now I love Noah, my Doctor. Miserable as I was, he got a laugh out of me.
Turns out the swelling was a lymph node infection. How did it happen? He doesn’t have any idea and neither do I. But he whacked it out with these horse pill sized antibiotics. I was supposed to fly the next day and knew damn well that wasn’t happening so I called my friend Rosalee who got the Fort Lauderdale Flight Attendant “Mafia Phone Tree” shaking and within an hour, my trips for the next three days were covered. Gotta love those guys! Later on I was thanking a couple of the Flight Attendants who covered my trips for me and they said everyone jumped on the trips because Rosalee told them on the phone that I sounded like I was dying. Within two days, the swelling was gone but those pills had me running to the bathroom every hour or so with the dry heaves. And the headache? I thought my head was going to explode. Maisy went along to witness each “Bathroom Visit” occasion. She acted like all she needed was a theater seat and a box of popcorn. Despite this wreckage, I still managed to get Maisy outside. Those trips kept my mind off the nausea. Maisy was excellent company while I was mending and actually took a spot on the carpet right next to the couch. I think she knew something was wrong.
Wednesday-Friday
Patricia Sund
Parrot Nation 
May 7, 2010 at 8:42 am
“theatre seat and a bag of popcorn”…..laughed out loud at that one! It’s the truth, they look at us like they are actually trying to figure out what the hell is going on……….
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May 7, 2010 at 9:22 am
Oh, I was very entertaining for her! She got the visual with the high-end audio accompaniment. She was very pleased to accompany me while I bolted for the bathroom and spent a few minutes “worshipping the porcelain goddess.” Good God I was a mess! But the infection disappeared almost as rapidly as it showed up. Strange episode. I’d almost forgotten about it until I unearthed this letter.
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May 10, 2010 at 11:52 pm
Love it! Our birds are facinated with bathroom activities. Our Jenday conure is devastated if left out of the ‘proceedings’ but is only allowed to perch on the shower-rail (no longer my boyfriends shoulder) after moseying her beak too close to his ‘special spots’!
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