I don't need a crowded ballroom...
... in fact I don't think I could even stand up in one. I have not been this sick in forever. On Monday I woke up with what I thought was probably a migraine but I sucked it up and went to work at 8 a.m. anyway. I managed about ninety minutes (which was long enough to do the pre-theatre necessities at least) and then I had to come back to bed. I saw my mate Dil in the mess when I was trying to pour coffee down my throat and ignore the stabbing pains over my eye and he took one look at me and offered me a ride home.
Anyway I still think it was a migraine but that has somehow morphed into 'flu. And oh my god it's evil, evil, hateful 'flu. Ugh. All I can do is sneeze, sleep (fitfully until I wake up shivering because the paracetamol has worn off), and cough. My parents insisted on visiting today and very kindly cleaned up the house a bit and bought me lots of drinks and drugs. They tried to scoop me up and take me back with them but I decided to wait it out here because there are fewer people to infect.
It's a rocking New Year's Eve. I'm about a week too late to play Rudolph with my scarlet nose.
And if I ever meet the person who invented house alarms I may have to kill them.
But in other news: I survived my week of lates (barely... in fact I probably caught the 'flu during them...) but my SHO was so unbelievably nice to me on Christmas day. It was my last day and I'd had very little to do once the other house officer and I got done with the routine bloods (there were no phlebotomists (a.k.a. vampires) in that day) so I'd mostly been sitting in the mess watching TV with all the other surgeons and eating food on the paediatric ward with my old buddies (occasionally interrupted with a bleep to tell me that Mr. X needed a new cannula...) so a little while after the SHO handover we both found ourselves sitting in the mess and so she told me to give me her bleep and go home. I got to go back to my parents' house that evening so we could have our "Christmas" on Boxing Day as planned. And so I concluded that the spirit of Christmas isn't dead after all.
But the person who invented house alarms soon will be...
Anyway I still think it was a migraine but that has somehow morphed into 'flu. And oh my god it's evil, evil, hateful 'flu. Ugh. All I can do is sneeze, sleep (fitfully until I wake up shivering because the paracetamol has worn off), and cough. My parents insisted on visiting today and very kindly cleaned up the house a bit and bought me lots of drinks and drugs. They tried to scoop me up and take me back with them but I decided to wait it out here because there are fewer people to infect.
It's a rocking New Year's Eve. I'm about a week too late to play Rudolph with my scarlet nose.
And if I ever meet the person who invented house alarms I may have to kill them.
But in other news: I survived my week of lates (barely... in fact I probably caught the 'flu during them...) but my SHO was so unbelievably nice to me on Christmas day. It was my last day and I'd had very little to do once the other house officer and I got done with the routine bloods (there were no phlebotomists (a.k.a. vampires) in that day) so I'd mostly been sitting in the mess watching TV with all the other surgeons and eating food on the paediatric ward with my old buddies (occasionally interrupted with a bleep to tell me that Mr. X needed a new cannula...) so a little while after the SHO handover we both found ourselves sitting in the mess and so she told me to give me her bleep and go home. I got to go back to my parents' house that evening so we could have our "Christmas" on Boxing Day as planned. And so I concluded that the spirit of Christmas isn't dead after all.
But the person who invented house alarms soon will be...