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Last night I got stuck on the Laura Plagiarism thing and didn't write about anything else. I had just woken up when I posted that. I had laid down on the couch while M was eating dinner (also on the couch, which happens to be something that he enjoys and I hate--for myself, that is, doesn't bother me when he does it). Then I fell asleep, and stayed that way for an hour, until finally M pestered me into getting up. He rather thought that if I was going to sleep, I would do a better job of it in bed. Anyway, the point is that like my mom always said.. you can tell if I'm sick because I take a nap. I was feeling a little bad yesterday evening, but I blamed it on the headache I had had all day. Yeah. Right. I woke up at 1:30 this morning after tossing and turning the entire time I'd been asleep, shivering and aching. Interestingly enough, it was Tuesday night/Wednesday morning two weeks ago when I was up in the middle of the night with a fever before, and Wednesday the first day that I stayed home.
(Perhaps you can guess where I'm going with this...)
So, anyway, exactly two weeks later, I was home from work again. I feel exactly like I did two weeks ago... remember when I said that it was the sickest I've ever been? Blah. I finished my antibiotics on Saturday, and by Sunday, my cough had already started coming back and my throat tickling. I honestly don't think I ever got completely well.. I still had a cough and runny nose. This makes the sixth time I've been sick since December, if I counted right.
Anyway, I went to the doctor again this afternoon. Funny story, that, if by funny I mean "miserable and horrible". I called at about 2:30 to ask either if I could get in, or when their walk-in evening hours started. "Oh, can you come in right now?" the perky girl on the other end asked. "Can you be here by 2:45?" And I, like an idiot, said, "well, I can sure try!". It takes approximately seven minutes to get to the office, but I was not wearing out-in-public clothes, or makeup, and had not done anything with my hair other than put it in a ponytail after my shower. But I hurried up, threw on a bit of makeup and put my hair up a little nicer, and made it there by 2:47. Not too bad, right? Yeah. 50 minutes later, my shivering, achey self finally got to go to the back and wait another 20 minutes on the doctor to come into the room. I'm so glad I arrived at 2:45 like they asked me to! Otherwise I might have been home resting on the couch all that time! I was extremely aggravated because six people who arrived after me had been called back by that time, not counting the ones who had arrived first. I finally asked Bitchy Nurse if I had been forgotten, because, if they have five physicians working (which is what I heard her tell someone else) then, six people later, statistically speaking I had probably been forgotten. She did not see it that way, of course. Anyway, I wouldn't have cared so much if I wasn't so desperately in pain, but they have previously been rather speedy when I've gone there.
I'm rambling here. I'll regroup, and start trying to tell this story a little more concisely. If possible.
What it comes down to is that I have an ear infection, and she seemed sure that I have strep, but the test came back negative. She was sure that there is something else going on besides the ear infection, but she figures that the antibiotic will take care of it anyway. I personally was worried about mono, but although she agreed that it was possible, it didn't really seem to occur to her to test for it.. just said that if I had it, it was viral anyway and they don't do anything for it. I also brought up my river theory--I don't know if I have said this before here, but when we lived in Memphis, I was sick all the time, and the locals blamed it on the Mississippi river. I had tonsilitis a LOT, and strep not infrequently. Anyway, now we live just by the Kentucky river, and what do you know? I'm sick all the time again. I asked her if this was a valid theory, and she agreed that it was, and would probably continue in this manner because my immune system never fully recovers. Her advice was to get my tonsils removed, which I was kind of considering for a little while this evening. Dr. Google has been convincing me otherwise, though. Apparently, it's not a small thing for adults to have this done... two weeks off work, for one thing, and 3% returning to the hospital afterwards because of bleeding, and here's my favorite: "Variant Creutzfeldt-Jacob disease (vCJD) is a very rare illness affecting the brain. There is a theoretical risk that instruments used in tonsillectomy could spread the disease. The best information we have is that this is very rare (about 1 in 100,000 operations)." So, no. Not today, in any case, for I am a big baby without that much sick leave. I do have tonsils that always impress doctors, though.
So. That's what's new with me. I'm really sick of writing about being sick.. I seem to do it all the freaking time lately. It's not fun. I don't really see myself being well enough to go to work tomorrow, either, but I'll at least entertain the notion in the morning, I guess, before calling in sick again. If it hadn't been for missing three days two weeks ago, you can bet your noggin that I wouldn't even be entertaining that notion.. I just feel so bad about being sick again that it makes me unrealistically optimistic.
(Perhaps you can guess where I'm going with this...)
So, anyway, exactly two weeks later, I was home from work again. I feel exactly like I did two weeks ago... remember when I said that it was the sickest I've ever been? Blah. I finished my antibiotics on Saturday, and by Sunday, my cough had already started coming back and my throat tickling. I honestly don't think I ever got completely well.. I still had a cough and runny nose. This makes the sixth time I've been sick since December, if I counted right.
Anyway, I went to the doctor again this afternoon. Funny story, that, if by funny I mean "miserable and horrible". I called at about 2:30 to ask either if I could get in, or when their walk-in evening hours started. "Oh, can you come in right now?" the perky girl on the other end asked. "Can you be here by 2:45?" And I, like an idiot, said, "well, I can sure try!". It takes approximately seven minutes to get to the office, but I was not wearing out-in-public clothes, or makeup, and had not done anything with my hair other than put it in a ponytail after my shower. But I hurried up, threw on a bit of makeup and put my hair up a little nicer, and made it there by 2:47. Not too bad, right? Yeah. 50 minutes later, my shivering, achey self finally got to go to the back and wait another 20 minutes on the doctor to come into the room. I'm so glad I arrived at 2:45 like they asked me to! Otherwise I might have been home resting on the couch all that time! I was extremely aggravated because six people who arrived after me had been called back by that time, not counting the ones who had arrived first. I finally asked Bitchy Nurse if I had been forgotten, because, if they have five physicians working (which is what I heard her tell someone else) then, six people later, statistically speaking I had probably been forgotten. She did not see it that way, of course. Anyway, I wouldn't have cared so much if I wasn't so desperately in pain, but they have previously been rather speedy when I've gone there.
I'm rambling here. I'll regroup, and start trying to tell this story a little more concisely. If possible.
What it comes down to is that I have an ear infection, and she seemed sure that I have strep, but the test came back negative. She was sure that there is something else going on besides the ear infection, but she figures that the antibiotic will take care of it anyway. I personally was worried about mono, but although she agreed that it was possible, it didn't really seem to occur to her to test for it.. just said that if I had it, it was viral anyway and they don't do anything for it. I also brought up my river theory--I don't know if I have said this before here, but when we lived in Memphis, I was sick all the time, and the locals blamed it on the Mississippi river. I had tonsilitis a LOT, and strep not infrequently. Anyway, now we live just by the Kentucky river, and what do you know? I'm sick all the time again. I asked her if this was a valid theory, and she agreed that it was, and would probably continue in this manner because my immune system never fully recovers. Her advice was to get my tonsils removed, which I was kind of considering for a little while this evening. Dr. Google has been convincing me otherwise, though. Apparently, it's not a small thing for adults to have this done... two weeks off work, for one thing, and 3% returning to the hospital afterwards because of bleeding, and here's my favorite: "Variant Creutzfeldt-Jacob disease (vCJD) is a very rare illness affecting the brain. There is a theoretical risk that instruments used in tonsillectomy could spread the disease. The best information we have is that this is very rare (about 1 in 100,000 operations)." So, no. Not today, in any case, for I am a big baby without that much sick leave. I do have tonsils that always impress doctors, though.
So. That's what's new with me. I'm really sick of writing about being sick.. I seem to do it all the freaking time lately. It's not fun. I don't really see myself being well enough to go to work tomorrow, either, but I'll at least entertain the notion in the morning, I guess, before calling in sick again. If it hadn't been for missing three days two weeks ago, you can bet your noggin that I wouldn't even be entertaining that notion.. I just feel so bad about being sick again that it makes me unrealistically optimistic.
