Gemological Goddess

At the urging of the Nurse Practitioner (who called today to check on me. She rocks!) my mom and I hopped into a cab and journeyed to the Northwestern Memorial Emergency Room which is always fun.

I haven't been to an ER, I don't think, since the Great Shower Disaster of '96.

As a side note.

Anyway, I went to get fluids and tests and fluids and tests I got. I also threw up again which was a lot less fun then the various pricks and proddings.

AND! On an amazing note, I got to the ER, it was empty, I went right in to a room and the Dr came in maybe ten minutes later.

Wow.

Anyway, the results of the all the tests, too.

I have a bladder infection.

And Mono.

WtF?

Seriously? Mono? How is that even possible? The bladder infection is strange, too, because I have had no symptoms that I typically associate with a UTI. Like, none.

But mono?

So I left the hospital with three liters of fluid in my veins, prescriptions for an antibiotic and an anti-nausea med and a lovely note from the doctor telling work that I can return in seven days if my doctor thinks I'm up to it.

So, what the hell am I going to do for the next week?

And mono?