9/10/03 Getting sick waiting for the bus:

Today was a bad day. I only took one photo. I went to see the doctor. Last night I had a very sore throat upon going to bed. It wasn't just a sore throat. What startled me was that it was deep in my throat... deeper than any usual sore throat I'd ever had. When I woke up it was still there, and I knew it was trouble. I called my mother. She called the doctor. And appointment was made for the afternoon, and I went. I took a LIRR train to Roslyn, and then (gulp) took a CAB to the doctor's office on Willis Avenue and Powerhouse Rd.

The doctor was somewhat concerned with my description of the symptoms, and postulated that I had a virus. But, in case I should also get a bacterial infection, she gave me antibiotics as well. The weird thing was that I didn't FEEL sick. To aches. No chills. Just a really weird bad sore throat. But... as soon as I got out of the doctor's office, and I began waiting for the bus to Manorhaven, here, I began to feel it, and knew that I would be out of commission for a few days. I went home to Mama, and crawled into bed, and that is where I stayed for about 48 hours.