So this cold turned out to be an acute upper respiratory infection complete with canker sores, dehydration, and a bad reaction to cold medicine, which made my heart rate so high that I was not released from the ER for two hours.
Yes. The ER. On Friday I did three of the scariest things you can do alone. Usually these individual experiences are enough to send someone over the edge. How about all three in one day?
So. Last Friday I woke up to someone in my throat popping and oozing down my throat, I was supposed to fly to see Kevin that afternoon, but I thought. Oh my. If this is strep and one of those white things just popped, I am in big trouble. So, I scooted myself over to the ER because who can find a doctor in NYC at the drop of the hat? Ok, so here is number one. Going to a NYC ER alone. I sat with all the crazies and waited my turn for the nurse to look at me like I was insane and hold my hand. She took my heart rate twice, I found out an hour later it was because my heart rate was close to twice of what it should have been. Especially considering that I had not been running and had no fever. They kept asking me questions about what I had taken, how I felt, all these crazy things. Then they told me that I was dehydrated. Then they decided to numb my throat, then they set me up with fluids for an hour to try to #1 hydrate me and #2 get my heart rate down to safe and normal. Did I mention I was sharing a room with a woman who was having sever stomach pains? Oh yes.
Well, finally they diagnosed me with an acute respiratory infection. Viral...which means no antibiotics...which means...wait it out.
OK! So.
The next thing I did was grab a cab to go to the airport. I do not know how many of you have ever ridden in a cab at rushour in New York, but you truly do take your life into your hands. My cabbie decided I was late to my plane and proceeded to shave 5 years off of my life by weaving in and out of lanes and almost killing us by pulling out in front of 18-wheelers.
OK...the 3rd most favorite thing I endured Friday...mind you I had a killer sore throat...I mean really swollen with sores in my mouth...
I finally got to the airport and found out that...yes my flight had been delayed about 2.5-3 hours. I spent about 2 -3 extra hours in the airport. The flight was so turbulent that they didn't serve any beverages or those peanuts. I finally got to ATL at about 10:00 p.m...I should have been there at 7:30. I was supposed to go the Cheesecake Factory with Kevin for a nice dinner date and didn't get to eat until 11, which was OK because how can you eat all of that with a ridiuclous sore throat?

So...that was my day. ER...Cab...Airport...

Other than that...Kevin and I had a wonderful weekend. I cannot wait to move back in with him in December. My days are numbered here. I got my withdrawal form signed today by everyone but the director of student life!!! Yay!
Yay me.

Oh..on that front...today our orchestra rep teacher went on a 30 minute tirade about how you need to think long and hard about being a professional violinist. He said make sure you are doing it for the right reasons. He also encouraged us to ween ourselves off of our teachers and be our own musicians. He said they don't make them like they used to. Violinists...musicians that is.
He talked about playing under Bernstein...he talked about old musicians. He talked about how if we are here we are looking at mid range to low range jobs...OK...that sold me. The writing is on the wall.
I am outta here! and feel really good about it.