It was the middle of the summer, it was almost 115 degrees outside and I was stuck at home with a cold and a sinus infection. If I wasn’t sick, I’d have gone to the Grand Canyon with a group of friends but I didn’t feel like trying to hike around when it felt like I couldn’t breath. I started coming down with it on Thursday night and I felt like I could shrug it off with a good night’s rest and some vitamin C. The next day however, it was clearly apparent that I hadn’t succeeded in shrugging off anything because it felt like my face had been smashed with a sledge hammer, like Rocky after 15 rounds of being another man’s punching bag. I called in sick to work and went back to bed after telling myself that I’d get into the doctor sometime during the weekend, the thought crossed my mind before my head hit the pillow though, that I might not be able to get into my family care doctor because they were closed not he weekend. Then off to dreamland where my mind comes up with abstract, nonsensical things that I never remember.
I woke up at 4 in the afternoon and felt even worse, the cold had creeped into my chest and my lungs felt like they were full of gelatin, I got up and relieved myself in the bathroom and then looked at myself in the mirror. I sound like a woman but my face was so puffy that it looked like I was fresh out of a horrific cosmetic procedure gone terribly wrong. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration but coming from a world where I have to look as good as I possibly can everyday because of what I do, I was a complete mess. There were some tricks of the trade that could help me get through a photo shoot when I have a cold or was out a little late drinking, but the biggest trick in the modeling book couldn’t cure what was going on in my facial region right now. I picked up the phone to call my care physician and the woman who picked up the phone said they weren’t seeing anyone else today and that they’d be closed for the weekend. I had to kick this thing before Monday so I couldn’t attempt to wait it out over the weekend without getting some antibiotics or something. I looked up an urgent care in Gilbert down the road that said that a patient was required and their typical wait time was less than 20 minutes. I hopped in my car and immediately drove to the urgent care in Gilbert, blowing my nose into some leftover fast food napkins I collected in my glove compartment. When I pulled into the parking lot, the lobby behind the sliding glass entryway at the urgent care Gilbert looked like a beacon of hope and salvation. I parked my car, got out and began to make my way towards the light and when I approached the doors, they parted like the dead sea as they welcomed me into the fold.