In case you couldn’t tell by the weather, it’s summer. Or as my friend called it last night, “the time of year when men get drunk and beat up their wives”. Hmm.
I’m still having problems with my sickness, and I think it’s going beyond the reach of the jellyfish (see previous few entries). This morning I had a really scary episode.
When I woke up this morning, I reached over to my glass of water and took a sip, and realised I couldn’t swallow. There was something blocking my windpipe. I realised that I couldn’t even hardly breathe at all and started to panic. I thought I had phlegm or something stuck in my throat and tried to clear it out, but it just made me choke even more. I was making all these horrible retching sounds. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and I saw my tonsils were just absolutely enormous. It freaked me out so bad seeing them like that. They were so big they were flopping around like mad, it was disgusting. They were so big they were blocking off most of my throat. Seeing that made me panic even more and I couldn’t hardly breathe at all. My parents came into the bathroom to see what was going on, and when they saw I couldn’t talk/breathe, they called 000 and got an ambulance out.
I managed to calm down a bit before the ambulance arrived, by breathing little bits at a time through my nose, but the slightest thing set me off into a panic attack again and would make me start choking. When the ambulance arrived, they took me to a hospital in Geelong where they gave me some medicine to make the tonsils go down (it worked in under an hour), and they gave me a blood test as well. I’ll be getting my tonsils out soon too.
The doctor seemed to think I might have glandular fever (apparently swolen tonsils can be a common symptom in it’s early stages; plus the penicillin I have been taking wasn’t working, which probably means it wasn’t tonsillitis) but I won’t find out for sure until tomorrow when I get the blood test results back. I so hope I don’t have glandular fever. I can’t afford to take any more time off work than I already have, especially because we’re doing training and I’m missing out on things.
I’m feeling better now, but the thing that freaked me out most was the panic I think. It was one of the scariest things I’ve experienced. In fact, the only thing scarier than having the swolen tonsils thing happen to me again is the prospect of Rolf Harris making a comeback in the year 2004 with his new invention, the digital wobbleboard.