So, a little known fact that’s becoming more known as I tell people… is that I had a minor case of tonsillitis on my wedding day and throughout my honeymoon. Another little known fact is the actual definition of tonsillitis. I used to think that tonsillitus was akin to appendicitus – if you got it, you went to the hospital and had surgery to remove said infected organ. But that is not true, the definition of tonsillitis is:
ton·sil·li·tis–noun Pathology . inflammation of a tonsil or the tonsils.
Hmm, that’s simple…
Let’s see another one:
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| inflammation of the palatine tonsils, causing enlargement, occasionally to the extent that they nearly touch one another | |
Okay, that’s a little more detailed, and odd… ouch.
Anyways, the point of that is to make sure people aren’t thinking, “Right, like you really had tonsillitis and were actually able to get married…” Well, for reals, I woke up on my wedding day with a throat that wouldn’t allow me to swallow easily and looked similar to the starting of strep throat (white spots and all)… Although my tonsils weren’t touching, they were pretty dang swollen. All day I shoved it off to nerves and allergies. It worked for the most part in keeping my panic and pain down :-p
However, the point of this post is not to create a “pity me” attitude. It’s actually to talk about Jamaica. Random, yes. You’ll understand in a minute. But first, a visual:
Happiness
That is the view from our balcony on our honeymoon and I stare at this picture quite often when I’m not appreciating the New York weather. Like today. Today it’s rainy, very, very rainy. Rainy to the point where things will flood today and the weather forecast includes a number of inches of water we’re supposed to accrue by the end of the day. The other thing that’s running as much as the rain outside is my nose. I woke up today with a lovely head cold. Today’s the only day I work 9 hours so of course it had be the day that the cold my husband gave me had to hit full force.
I was already considering deeming a type of day a Jamaica day.
Jamaica Day: A day where one would rather be on a beach in Jamaica with a drink in one hand, a novel in the other, and all worries stuffed inside the suitcase shoved under the bed in the lovely balcony ocean view room located 30 feet away from beach chair.
Seeing as today is rainy, cold, gross AND I have a cold and a sore throat that I can feel starting to creep into my tonsils, today is the ULTIMATE JAMAICA DAY. While on our honeymoon my throat was on fire often (certainly not as bad as i’ve had in the past but enough to be super obnoxious). The way I dealt with this tonsillitis was by visiting the extremely free bar (thank you all-inclusive!) as many times a day as possible and ordering the fruitiest, frothiest drink I could find. This usually ended up being a banana daiquiri (mmmm, would like one now….). And really, it’s hard to feel sick when the air is perfect, the waves are the main sound you hear, all you can smell is the beautiful combo of sea water, sand, and sunscreen, and there are absolutely no responsibilities or stressors.
I wish I could put a sign up on the receptionist counter that says, “I’d rather be in Jamaica” just to let people know exactly how I’m feeling today. Unfortunately, I do think that might effect the clients’ view of their day and thus it would effect my job. I am supposed to send them back to the therapists happy and content with life. If I, the person they see first when walking into the clinic, have an “I-don’t-want-to-be-here” attitude, I certainly don’t think it’s going to help them… but I digress.
Yes, today is a Jamaica day. I will continue to think about Jamaican warmth, drinks, rastas (? maybe not :-p), and palm trees as I sit in my overly air conditioned office, wearing 3 long sleeve layers (and still shivering), with my sleeve of tissues, anti-bacterial hand gel, and coffee soon to be dumped and turned to tea (it’ll have the same effect on my throat as the daiquiri but definitely not as delicious…). And perhaps I’ll put on some Bob Marley… that would certainly add a different vibe to the clinic! As I said, the senses can completely trick my brain sometimes. By the end of the day I’ll think I was in Jamaica all day long…… ….. …. maybe not.
Just for good measure, here’s another visual:
So much love.
And P.S. Instead of Bob Marley popping up to play, the Ghostbusters theme did instead. The looks on everyone’s face when that song played just made me smile a large amount. 🙂 Perfect way to end this post.
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