So I come home today and as per usual, open up my mailbox to see what sort of junk arrived today. Typical stuff; credit card apps, Macy’s catalog, Bed Bath & Beyond coupon…oh, and a letter from the San Francisco Department of Public Health, Communicable Disease Control Unit.
For those of you who are having trouble reading it, it says that “As required by law, The California Pacific Medical Center has reported your recent campylobacter infection to the San Francisco Department of Public Health, Communicable Disease Control Unit.
WTF?! What the hell is Campylobacter and how the fuck did I get it?!?
A little background:
On October 1st I went out to dinner prior to seeing James in concert and after the meal, wasn’t feeling 100%. I figured I had ate too much or maybe the food didn’t agree with me. However, what followed was several days of cramping, diarrhea and fever. I chalked it up to food poisoning at first but after having it for more than 5 days I made an appt to see my Nurse Practitioner. When I went to see her, she suggested I take dairy out of my diet as it’s difficult to digest and to have stool samples be tested for bacteria. Let me tell you here and now – pray you never have to do this!! It is up on the list of most disgusting things you’ll ever do!
Anyway, so I did those, dropped them off at the lab on Friday and today (Thursday) I receive this letter. Did I receive a call from my MD office? No…instead I have a mild heart attack when I read the first few words of the letter, not knowing what the hell this infection was or if it was curable. Thankfully as I read their fact sheet, I find out it’s a common bacterial infection that usually goes away on it’s own accord. *whew*
Still, I feel at least somewhat relieved that it wasn’t a)something more serious and b)that it was something at all! No one wants to have to go through stool samples to find out that nothing is wrong!! LOL
Anyway, it seems to be going away. Have had a couple nights of stomach pains but overall seems to be getting better. Thank God I can freely love the dairy again and not feel guilty for sneaking it back into my diet!
I have a lot of friends. Being the social bee that I am, I have a lot of people I call friend (although very few I would call close friend). These friends range in age from 21-47. It’s quite a wide age range when you think of it, but I’ve always felt that once you’ve entered into your 20’s you’re an adult and are all the same to some degree or another.
This is wrong of course, but in my idyllic world I am wont for it to be true. But I’m reminded of this from time to time when I see people do things or make comments about things that are either so completely out of touch with reality or just plain wrong. Immaturity runs rampant across the ages…but what I really see with some of the younger people I have hung out with in the past is inexperience. Inexperience in life, in human interaction… basic things that you only learn from making mistakes and getting burned, I suppose. It pains me at times to see my friends fall into these situations…delusion gets the best of us at time but for some reason I see it more often with some of the younger people I’ve had the fortune (or misfortune) to spend time with and put energy and effort into. Sadly, all I can do is sit back and watch. Hope the best for those I care about, and shake my head and walk away from those who would brazenly throw their façade of “maturity & experience” in my face. I would feel sorry for them if they deserved my pity, but alas they do not deserve anything from me but indifference.
I love rain. The sound of it, the smell of it. It brings back memories of lounging on the couch as a child, feeling the warmth of a fire and eating grilled cheese sandwiches. Or at school when we’d be forced to eat in the classroom which I secretly enjoyed because of the indoor games we were able to play (Heads Up Seven-Up). One thing I particularly love about the rainy season are rain boots! Across the pond they call the wellies, but that name hasn’t really caught on here. Now, I know rain boots have existed for some time – but I don’t ever recall having a pair when I was a child and I certainly never wore them growing up. But they’ve come into fashion the past couple years, with pretty colors and patterns. Here are a some of my favorites I’ve seen lately.