While I was busy working I developed a cold, and my now husband was having health problems of his own. Being long distance it was hard to pick which one of us would be the one driving. The one weekend I made Mike come, he ended up getting really sick. He went to the doctor with results that would be explained later. I, on the other hand, did not go to the doctor. I didn't have time, I never went to that insurance seminar, and I wasn't sure what my shitty grad school insurance covered out in the new place. So, I wrote it off as a cold. I thought exercise would help. I thought spicy food would help clear the congestion. I did everything except go to the doctor and get some rest. I ended up giving my cold to everyone. They would get better, and I was still sick. The guy I worked with got a cold and heard me coughing and such. He said, "Oh, did I give you my cold"? I explained to him that I had given him my cold. He stared at me funny, and I still did nothing. Finally a researcher approached me and asked me to go to the doctor. It was becoming a public health issue. I became known as "Typhoid Marissa". I went to the doctor, and it turned out I had a sinus infection. I got antibiotics and an inhaler for my resulting asthma problems. It was no big deal, which is why I should have gone to the doctor much earlier. But being sick didn't stop me from getting work done, so they really didn't care in the beginning. It wasn't until it was a concern for themselves that they started to worry.
(Title: Take Good Care Of My Baby, Bobby Vee)
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