until i got to the hospital and they started doing tests for meningitis.
then i got worried. i've lost loved ones (okay, just one) to meningitis. i don't want to lose me to meningitis....
fortunately, after two very anxious hours, it turns out that i don't have meningitis after all... i have torticollis.
torti-what? i say.... and the doc says "sign here for your narcotics" and sends me home.
so here i lay, on the couch... with heating pad under my sore head... waiting for 10:00 to roll around so i can pick my husband up from work... and then drift off into a stupor of painkillers and muscle relaxants...