I better back up and tell you why I was at the doctor's office first, though.
Let's just say that this has not been the best Christmas ever.
I got the flu on Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve. Thanks, Santa, but could I get a refund for that one? I felt tired all day (especially since I had been gallivanting about till 2 a.m. and then slept past 11 a.m., which is very weird for me). By that night I was nauseous (no throwing up, thank goodness) and generally miserable. I spent Christmas Day mostly lying around feeling to ill to do much. My Christmas candy is as yet untouched. I had a pretty nasty fever too. The day seemed to drag on for a week.
Then yesterday I woke up to the worst neck cramps of my life. You know how sometimes you sleep on your neck wrong and it aches a bit when you wake up? Try that times, like, a million. It was AGONY. I couldn't turn my head, couldn't bend over, couldn't even sit up for very long. I couldn't get comfortable either, and I tried like five different pillows in various combinations.
Worse yet, it meant that I wasn't going to get to hang out with my friends this break! They go to different schools now, but we were going to get together at Izzy's cabin. Well, Izzy and Alkira are up at the cabin right now and I'm stuck back here, still with (I think) a slight fever. Am I bitter about this? Oh heck yes. Did I mention that I haven't seen either of them in over a month?
Anyway, back to the neck cramps...
Mom decided to take me to the doctor, just to make sure I didn't have meningitis or mono or something. So we get there and I am totally miserable. Try a thirty-minute car ride when you can't move your neck.
Anyway, I'm sitting on the medical table. Dr. Chapman and Mom and I chat for a few minutes, she asks me about symptoms and stuff. Then Dr. Chapman comes at me with a tongue depressor and a light thingy.
As she leaned towards me, I noticed that she was wearing some very pretty jewelry. Two necklaces, one of which was a golden chain with a green pendant. There seemed to be a big amber beetle-shaped brooch attached to it too.
And then the brooch stuck out a barbed leg and crawled onto her sweater.
I let out a shriek and jerked away. Dr. Chapman looked confused. (She thought I was scared of the tongue depressor.)
"THERE'S A HUGE BUG ON YOU!!!" I screamed.
The thing was enormous! Seriously, it must have been two or three inches long--at least!
|Almost life size!|
She calmed down a bit, thinking it was gone.
I screamed again. "IT'S STILL THERE!" I yelled, scooching away. The thing had crawled onto her back!
Then Mom saw it (she thought I was hallucinating for a minute there). Showing incredible bravery, she grabbed the thing--with her bare hands-- and deposited it in the trash.
"It's going to get out!" I said.
Mom glanced into the trash can. "Should I kill it?" she asked. (It was a rather pretty bug.)
"YES!!!" screamed Dr. Chapman, so Mom squished it with the trash can liner.
We all spent the rest of the appointment recovering from that. On the bright side, it distracted me from my neck for a few minutes, if only by way of sheer terror. Have I mentioned that the bug was freaking huge?!
(The building was undergoing repairs, which is probably how the bug got it. If you were wondering. Oh, and I don't have meningitis or mono--just a random virus.)
So that was my wonderful Christmas. Hope yours was better :/ I'm on the mend now--my neck only hurts when I turn it. It's a lot better than yesterday.
Oh, and I was in a video, put together by the wonderful and utterly amazing Derek Landy!
Watch it AND part 2 here: http://dereklandy.blogspot.com/