Sorry for the absence, friends, but furrylittlegnome has been under the weather. When gnome is ill, all activities (except for watching television) cease to exist.
A fortnight ago, the first symptoms appeared. She was tired, her throat a little scratchy, not feeling like herself. As the week progressed, gnome was not feeling any better. One weekend morning, at the advice of fellow gnomes, a visit to the Massachusetts General Hospital Medical Walk-In unit was in order. It was the last place gnome wanted to be on a beautiful and sunny New England day, but she needed to get checked out.
Fearing the worst, she was pleasantly surprised. The waiting room was clean and empty, and furrylittlegnome was seen right away. A nurse took her temperature (which was normal) and a long wooden Q-tip was inserted into gnome’s mouth for a strep test (which came back negative). Five minutes later, she saw the doctor. He listened to furry’s lungs and took her blood pressure. His course of treatment for her? Cēpacol lozenges to treat her sore throat and plenty of liquids. That was all. Nothing else.
Twelve hours later, those minute symptoms blossomed into larger ones: a deep and painful cough, congestion, a head ache, an ear ache and the chills. Furrylittlegnome knew she was in trouble. If this was not treated soon, she would probably wind up in the hospital. After three sleepless nights and many cough drops and kleenex later, Monday morning finally arrived. At 8am, gnome made the phone call to her doctor’s office and she was back at the MGH and seen shortly after. It was quickly established furrylittlegnome had a pretty bad respiratory infection. She was given antibiotics right away – including Tussionex to take away the pain (and cough) so gnome could sleep at night.
Furrylittlegnome is now on the mend. She has been recuperating at home and has been busy on Pinterest, watching “Breaking Bad,” needlepointing holiday gifts, doing some online Christmas shopping, craving and eating foods that she would not typically consume and watching the first episode of Downton Abbey’s fourth season. Since gnome has had nothing of substance happen in recent weeks, here is a snippet of things happening in the lives of others…
Furrylittlegnome’s four-year old niece is very excited to show gnome her school during Grandparents and Special Friends Day in a few weeks. Meanwhile, gnome’s eighteen month old niece has started referring to her aunt as “Doh Doh”.
A co-worker brought gnome four Harrow’s Chicken Pies. Someone else gave furrylittlegnome a HoneyBaked Ham!
One of gnome’s friends, who does not have a blog and shall remain nameless, went into the operating room for ACL knee repair last week. She is sounding very “perky” these days.
This week, there was silence. The typical enjoyable daily texts were not received. Why? Furrylittlegnome’s stylish connoisseur on everything has been stricken with a sore throat, congestion and general malaise.
Another friend was stricken – not with an illness but a not-so-great $90 haircut. Think page-boy cut with bangs…
And finally, after receiving an iMessage from Atleastimnotbitter that had a photo of a dead rodent attached, Atleastimnotbitter frantically called furrylittlegnome to tell her she found a dead rat in her Portland, Maine driveway. After further inspection of the photo and an hour of google images searches, we have finally determined that the rodent was actually a baby vole.
Furrylittlegnome will be back this week with some substance. Until then…