Say Anything...

Remember the Say Anything column from the YM magazine back in your teenage days? Here is a story that is worthy of an entry.

This story takes place back in 2000 when I was a sophomore in college and just returned from a mission trip to Costa Rica. I was back at school from summer break and got sick...real sick. My tonsils were swelling so bad I couldn't breathe. I wasn't getting better no matter what antibiotics I was on. So I went to an ear, nose and throat specialist.

They decided to schedule a tonsillectomy asap. So I went back home to Clearwater and went under the knife. Had I mentioned yet that the specialist was pretty young and rather attractive. (this was before Ross and I started dating, of course) So they put me under...gave me some niiiiice anesthesia. Well, the did the surgery and the nurse went out to tell my parents that I was in recovery and told them the following.

"She must have been feeling real good from the medicine because she was hitting on the doctor pretty good!"

Oh I was mortified when my parents told me!!!! I had no idea what I was doing! So then I had to go to the follow up with the doctor a few days later! Oh it was embarrassing!

I show up to the follow up and the doctor doesn't mention anything about me hitting on him (PHEW!) but he did say this:

"We sent your tonsils to the lab because I have no idea what is wrong with you...I have never seen it before, but when I clamped them they literally exploded on me!" EWWWWW!!! I was even more embarrassed!

So we finally concluded I must have picked up some disgusting sickness when I was in Costa Rica and fell into a ditch of human waste (we'll save that story for another time)!