Bestest Easter EVER!

It was an Easter unlike any other. My mom and Carli in New Zealand, Dr. Eddie, and to honor Jesus' rise from the dead, the resurrection of tonsillitis.

I had gone to the Doctor the day before, but the antibiotics were not reducing the inflammation of my tonsils, making it more and more difficult to breathe. To say I was a miserable bitch is an understatement. I told the Doc to chop my head off at the shoulders. He replied I would need to sign a consent form before they could honor my request.














Dr Eddie's Illustration of my tonsils

I had to get blood tests to determine what I had, which apparently means Emergency room in this country. I was a little freaked out. The nurses were nice. I was treated within the first half hour being there. They let me sleep in a room until the results came back and gave me a warm toasty blanket. The most unnerving part of all of it - no NYPD in the corridors, no gun shot wounds, nobody dying. WHOA! Where the hell am I?

The blood tests were to determine if I had viral tonsillitis or glanduar fever aka MONO.

Carli: "You freakin' hussy! Stop making out with Irish boys!"
Me: "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I promise I will never kiss another boy."
Dr. Eddie: "Well . . . .that's a bit extreme."
(mom just laughing in the background)

I had viral tonsillitis. WooHoo! A shot of steroids and I get to go home!

I began to slap the back of my right hand as the nurse walked in "This is where the ROIDS go." "Dr. Eddie said you were entertaining . . ." replied the nurse.



Carli: "Ok less of this [being in the hospital] and more of this"