(Notice I have figured out how to include photos on this thing)
The medical center has put me in isolation for at least a day, but I had to pack for 6 days. This obviously means that I am not allowed to leave my room and I am to order room service. What they didn’t tell me at the medical center is that when on isolation, all room service is allowed to give me is bananas, plain rice, toast, plain yogurt crackers, and clear soup. I don’t eat most soups so I’m even more limited.
Good thing I went to Whole Foods today (what a heavenly, soul warming, home-like feeling) and have brought along with me fig cookies and… more crackers. My friends, I’m sure, will sneak me, funny to say this, better food from the staff mess (it’s usually pretty mediocre itself). But I think I’ll put up with the bland food for tonight and if I have to continue being confined, ask if the doc will give room service the green light for other foods. He already said he didn’t think it was an allergic reaction.
He said he thinks it’s a post-viral reaction.
As you may know, I just got over strep throat. But, he says he just has to deductive (is that the right word?) diagnosing - to figure out what it is by slowly crossing off what it isn’t is because of what it isn’t from.
And because they’ve recently had a few cases of chicken pox on board over the last 3 weeks, they’re gun shy – but I’m pretty sure it’s not that.
The doc said “come back tomorrow and we’ll see if you have blisters. Then we’ll take it from there.”
Man, I was just starting to have fun again. I was out and about socializing in the evenings. No longer feeling dopey from antihistamines and spacey which I attribute to the antibiotics, though that may be incorrect.
Back to Whole Foods. While it was so comforting to go to that store again after multiple months (it’s where I do most of my regular grocery shopping), it felt strange to not be buying regular staples. There were whole isles I didn’t walk down because I have no need for baking items or even canned soups – I have nowhere to heat them. I did almost buy a box of Annie’s mac and cheese just out of nostalgia. I am one of the lucky people who has a mini-fridge in their room. You either have to buy one from Carnival (because they only let you use their approved ones) or you have to be lucky and have one left behind by a previous tenant (which is my case). So I did buy myself a tub of blueberry yogurt. Unfortunately, the room I have been moved to for isolation does not have a fridge, so I couldn’t bring/sneak it along.
It’s been awhile since I’ve had a weird or mysterious affliction.
Sigh.
Could be worse.
And for the folks at home, I ran all over looking for a phone charger today and am going to have to order one online. My phone is just that old.
Sorry Dad, it’s hard to go around taking pictures around the boat with this time off, since I’m not allowed to leave my room… and be careful what you wish for. If I get bored, you’ll know it by a proliferation of hideously yellow photos of the beige and plywood cabin.
As I've been writing, my room service showed up. You should see it... oh wait, you will. (This isolation is going to cost me a pretty penny in internet cards.)(Not really, I'll be responsible.) (And it's 10 cents a minute, not exactly a bank breaker when you're responsible.)
UPDATE HALF-AN-HOUR LATER: F this S - one plate of chlorine tasting plain rice, half a green banana, and two cold pieces of toast - I'm busting out my snuck-in snacks and getting my friends to hook me up.
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