My Mask, CVS, and R.P.S.
After looking in the review mirror in my car and seeing blotchy white spots on the back of my throat, I made an immediate appointment at my doctor's office. She said she could see me within the hour, so I bailed from work and drove over to her office.
"Yes, hello!" Dr. CT greeted me with a handshake and a warm smile. "So your throat is not feeling well?"
"No, not at all. And there is this little army of spots on the back of my throat that made me want to be checked for strep."
"Ah, strep. It's going around." She took out one of those massive popsicle stick things and shined her flashlight into my mouth. "And you, Kerri, have one of the most lovely, blooming cases of strep I've seen all year."
Clicking off her flashlight, she rummaged through a cabinet until she found a small, white piece of cloth.
"Put this on. You are highly contagious." Quick swipe in my ear with the thermometer as she hands me a white mouth mask. "Yes, almost 102 degrees. You'll need to start on these antibiotics," hands me a script, "and take some Advil to bring your temperature down. And of course, fluids, fluids, fluids for my diabetic patient."
I gave her a rueful smile. "I promise to stay hydrated."
She gave me a stern look in return. "And you must also stay out of work for at least 24 hours, but preferably 48. I am not compromising on this."
How the hell does this woman know me so well, after only a few visits? To keep her happy, I agreed to stay home from work on Tuesday and I wore the mask until I left her office.
After the appointment, I somehow found myself in line at the CVS pharmacy near my house for an hour and a half. No, I was not skipping happily down the aisles with my favorite beauty products clutched in hand. And no, I wasn't reading the trashy magazines in the middle aisle. I wasn't even sniffing shampoos. (Which I LOVE to do. Shampoo smells so nice!) Instead, I was stuck standing in line for over an hour, waiting to drop off my prescription, thanks very much to the woman standing in front of me who wanted to yell at her kids and battle with the pharmacist about why her insurance didn't cover her Crest whitening strips. She felt this was a legitimate question. I felt like I was going to fall over while I waited in line.
Here's hoping strep is long gone by Wednesday, or at least packing its things.