Hospital Shmospital…..I want some soup!

For the past few days I haven’t felt the best……headache, light-headed, dizziness, nausea (you get the point). Well, I tried to cover it up because Geoff is a worry-wart and, plus, I leave Thursday. I refuse to be sick on my last few days in Chicago. He quickly noticed that I wasn’t feeling well. I guess the stumbling every time I got up to catch my balance gave it away. After I realized that I am not as sly as I thought, I did what any girl would do…....

I sent him this picture of me saying I felt awful, which by day 3 I really did. I did this hoping to get a backruband some homemade soup (mmmmmmm, how I love his red-pepper soup). Just when I think I’m about to get some of that delicious soup when he gets off work, I start to feel really, really bad—so bad that I can’t stand up without falling over. I lay back down and thought....stinky karma, I just wanted a backrub and some soup (did I mention it also has crab in it….yum!).

After I finally stopped day dreaming about the soup, I realized that I needed to go to the doctor to try and figure out what was wrong with me. I knew that if I didn’t let Geoff know that he would be upset…but I didn’t want to worry him. I sent him a text about eating a sandwich for lunch and casually tried to mention that I was running by the hospital because I wasn’t feeling any better. He immediately called me and could tell in my voice I felt awful even though I said I was fine. It then hit me…..if I can’t stand, how can I drive myself to the hospital? I had to fess up and tell him how bad I felt….he rushed home to take me the doctor.

He was really cute at the hospital…so concerned about me. He reminded me so much of my dad….I love that. He was not amused by me thinking he was adorable and taking pictures of him while I was lying on the table. He was so intense…..

The doctors were able to rule a lot of things out and let us know they didn’t think it was very serious. This is where I lost Geoff to a National Geographic…

They did a lot of different tests, and to go ahead and put it out there--I am NOT pregnant! That seemed to be the thought of everyone except us. But I repeat,

I

Am

NOT

Pregnant.

They did determine that I was dehydrated and had a viral infection that I had to let it run its course….YUCK!! This isn’t how I wanted to spend my last couple of days with my husband, but what can you do. I’m thankful it wasn’t anything serious and that I have so many people who care about me. But…….I’m still crossing my fingers for some yummy soup :)