HFMD

I am diseased, and it's sad.

Twice in one year, I have contracted hand, foot, and mouth disease. This annoying ass cold virus is more commonly associated with babies, but my adult body seems to just love it.

On Sunday I had horrible flu symptoms. I couldn't cut it in yoga class, and even though it was 85 degrees out or so I had chills. Peter and I decided to go on our friend's boat anyway, and I think I had a fever, but it was still nice to sunbathe with a fever. I just couldn't really move, but at least I got a tan.

When we got home I was achy all over, I seriously thought I had fibromyalgia, which was karmic since I have a running joke concerning crazy fibromyalgia people. And my throat was killing me!!

At work yesterday my throat still hurt, and I had little bumps on my tonsils, so I thought I had strep. Then I noticed a tiny bump on my thumb and I flash backed to last summer....when I first contracted this baby disease.

I snuck into an exam room to take off my shoes, and lo and behold, the tiny blisters on my feet. Damn it!

My doctor wasn't much help, but he did prescribe some "miracle mouthwash" for me which I will pick up soon at the pharmacy. It's a mixture of benadryl and lidocaine to numb up my blistered mouth so I can eat hamburgers and stuff.

But my baby disease will not stop me from camping this weekend; Peter will just have to carry me around since it now hurts to hobble on my blistered, baby feet.