Enforced Silence – Vancouver – [07/21/2012]

It’s true that the long hours out here sometimes get ot you unexpectedly but when you go from your normal energetic relatively-perky self to basically a sloth in less than 72 hours? You start to be pretty certain that there’s something wrong with you. At first I honestly thought I was just despondent because I had so many friends leaving various ships this week (not the least of which is Hunt, who left my old ship this week and left me with no idea of when I’ll see him again) – so I was indulging myself with multiple episodes of Ghost Whisperer (which a friend of mine just purchased for me! Woo!) …and a lot of early nights and an attempt to ward off too many deep thoughts.

But yesterday when I awoke to find my throat feeling swollen shut and with no ability to swallow anything that wasn’t water or soup, I realized that there was probably more to this than just a lonely heart.

So I wrote down the details of my situation (because I wasn’t able to talk enough to pass them on normally) and dragged myself into medical first thing this morning. I know the doctor who was on board today quite well, and normally our visits are social ones, this is the first time in almost two years I’ve actually had to see her for a medical reason.

You can’t talk

Head shake

Or swallow?

Head shake

So she pops me onto the examination table, tells me to open my mouth, takes one look at my throat and promptly says what I was not even remotely expecting to hear

Honey, you have tonsillitis

Can we say not happy???

Before anyone asks, I have no idea where I picked it up. A ship is somewhat like a Petri dish, if one person has something it’s all too easy to catch it…I will say one thing though, it’s not for any ‘interesting’ reason, unless you count sharing a glass with someone interesting.