I never expected to see Jon walk through the door. He brought me a book on how to use Instagram. “I just came to keep you company,” he said. “When I called you I was in Albany and you’re still waiting”.
He was even more annoyed than me that I had to wait so long. Jon has spent more time in the Cambridge Health Center than I have. He knows most of the people who work there and was about to complain to someone. But I asked him not to and about 10 minutes later a nurse called me.
I haven’t been to the doctor since I went to India two years ago and had to get some vaccinations. Since the Nurse Practioner, I saw then has since left, I wouldn’t have been able to get an appointment till the spring so the receptionist I spoke to told me to come to the emergency center.
I had the feeling it may have been a tick bite that was giving me the chills and making me nauseous, and tired. I’m always pulling ticks off me from walking in the woods. I can feel them crawling on my skin and when they bite. I’ve been lucky so far, but since pulling a tick off my a couple of days ago I wasn’t feeling quite right.
It took three and a half hours of waiting and when I finally did see the Nurse Practitioner, she thought I probably had a virus, not Lyme, but she gave me a prescription for a couple of antibiotics just in case.
I was annoyed at wasting so much of my day and, at the same time, grateful to know that if I did have Lyme disease there was something I could do about it.
When I got home I did a little more work then got tired again and took a nap. I realized that even if I wasn’t sitting in the waiting room for hours, I probably wouldn’t have gotten much work done today anyway.
I know I’ll sleep well tonight and hopefully feel better in the morning.