But the Universe Has a Strange Sense of Humor

When I woke up this morning looking like something out of Avatar, my husband (not me) decided I needed to get thee to a doctor, STAT.  Being Sunday and all, that meant a trip to the ER.  I suggested the walk in clinic, but he was having none of it.  So off I went like a good little wife to Lenox Hill Hospital.  I have to say, the wait time was minimal and I was in and out within' an hour.  Nice.  

What is more interesting than my diagnosis, which I will get to in a moment, was the young guy sitting next to me.  He was there with his girlfriend and sporting a very swollen ankle.  The nurse asked him a few questions including 'was there any trauma to the ankle?", to which he replied, "no".  They made a cursory diagnosis of gout based on a series of questions.  The nurse walks away and the girlfriend says, in a very hushed whisper, "You need to tell them what really happened."  "No, I'm not telling them.  It's too embarrassing."  Her:  "They are going to find out once they take the x-ray".  He was not moved.  I've got my nose buried in my book, but I am not reading a word.  I want to know the back story on the swollen ankle.  However, despite her urging, he was sticking to his original story and I never did find out, damn!

The doctor then came to look at me.  I explained my unfortunate bike helmet run in and she asked a few questions then took a closer look at my 'third eye'.  Diagnosis?  Cellulitis/Staph infection.  Cuz that's how I roll.  I am now the poster child for replacing your bike helmet pads when they disintegrate.  Don't be a cheap, lazy ass like me, do it!  A head band just won't cut it (no pun intended).

She also assured me that in the next day or two the swelling will have traveled further down my face, no doubt making me look like this

I urge you to go take out stock in Greek yogurt as I am on mega doses of antibiotics:  one to take 2x/day the other 4x/day.  I also have to keep a close eye on the infection site to make sure it doesn't spread or that I don't see any red lines emanating from it.  I have a follow up visit in 48 hours with the ER or my PCP.  So now I cannot run, bike or swim.....Looks like TRX is my only friend and maybe some yoga (now that should be interesting).

The universe does have a way of balancing things out:  Good/Evil, Yin/Yang, etc.  Yesterday we went to the local playground where they had a pumpkin carver extraordinaire...

They had a lottery to win one of the pumpkins and we won.  If this is the universe's way of balancing things out, somehow I feel like I am operating under a deficit.