rest and recuperate
I haven't been to work in a week! And I won't go for at least another week. weird.
Last Thursday was a holiday and I took Friday off, because of a visit from nanagukris
We made waffles and sat on my balcony and then met up with other BookCrossers for some BookCrossing tourism, visiting the Ars Electronica Center and all three Linz OBCZs. On Friday I gave a little tour of the Wissensturm, my place of work, which I still like after six months :-)
On Friday I went to Vienna and went out until 4.30. That probably didn't help the cold I felt coming on Thursday morning. On Saturday I felt, well, hung over but also like the cold had not been expelled by my generous application of beer. By Sunday morning I felt like death warmed up, despite lots of ginger tea and spending the evening before on the couch swaddled in blankets.
I took the train home, managed to ignore the cheerful 5 people family who brought pizza in the compartment, and wheezed up the hill to my apartment. By the evening I had a fever and a bad cough that hurt my chest. At some point self pity and panic culminated in a call to my mum and later the emergency doctor service. As it turns out 38.6 is not life threatening even though it certainly felt like it (and sick hypochondriacs are probably even worse than needlessly concerned ones).
The doctor I saw on Monday morning said I had a bronchitis that was already on its way to my lungs and gave me antibiotics and told me to stay at home for the week. My mum had admonished me: "And if he prescribes antibiotics, just take them, don't discuss, sometimes it's necessary". I claimed I always take the medicine prescribed. Mentally adding "except for the stuff that's unnecessary".
When I called work about my sick leave my boss answered my greeting with "who is this?". She didn't even recognise my voice.
Even though it's the middle of May and I don't live in Alaska, I turned on the heating. Gee, I wonder how I caught that cold?
I've been taking my medicine like a good girl and drinking as much tea as is humanly possible and I'm feeling a little better every day. Today is the first day I don't feel like Ozzy Osbourne looks, shuffling through my apartment. I briefly contemplated going down to the shops for some food, but meh, maybe tomorrow. And I have the doctor's permission to take the train to Switzerland tomorrow night, if I feel up to it. Simply by looking at the weather forecast for Ticino (22+ degrees and sunshine) and for Linz (rain, clouds, rain, little sun, rain, just like the last three weeks) I feel up to it. In my head Switzerland is the perfect place to recover. Just like in old books! I already told my friend that I expect her to wheel me out onto the sunny veranda wrapped in blankets ;-)
Last Thursday was a holiday and I took Friday off, because of a visit from nanagukris
We made waffles and sat on my balcony and then met up with other BookCrossers for some BookCrossing tourism, visiting the Ars Electronica Center and all three Linz OBCZs. On Friday I gave a little tour of the Wissensturm, my place of work, which I still like after six months :-)
On Friday I went to Vienna and went out until 4.30. That probably didn't help the cold I felt coming on Thursday morning. On Saturday I felt, well, hung over but also like the cold had not been expelled by my generous application of beer. By Sunday morning I felt like death warmed up, despite lots of ginger tea and spending the evening before on the couch swaddled in blankets.
I took the train home, managed to ignore the cheerful 5 people family who brought pizza in the compartment, and wheezed up the hill to my apartment. By the evening I had a fever and a bad cough that hurt my chest. At some point self pity and panic culminated in a call to my mum and later the emergency doctor service. As it turns out 38.6 is not life threatening even though it certainly felt like it (and sick hypochondriacs are probably even worse than needlessly concerned ones).
The doctor I saw on Monday morning said I had a bronchitis that was already on its way to my lungs and gave me antibiotics and told me to stay at home for the week. My mum had admonished me: "And if he prescribes antibiotics, just take them, don't discuss, sometimes it's necessary". I claimed I always take the medicine prescribed. Mentally adding "except for the stuff that's unnecessary".
When I called work about my sick leave my boss answered my greeting with "who is this?". She didn't even recognise my voice.
Even though it's the middle of May and I don't live in Alaska, I turned on the heating. Gee, I wonder how I caught that cold?
I've been taking my medicine like a good girl and drinking as much tea as is humanly possible and I'm feeling a little better every day. Today is the first day I don't feel like Ozzy Osbourne looks, shuffling through my apartment. I briefly contemplated going down to the shops for some food, but meh, maybe tomorrow. And I have the doctor's permission to take the train to Switzerland tomorrow night, if I feel up to it. Simply by looking at the weather forecast for Ticino (22+ degrees and sunshine) and for Linz (rain, clouds, rain, little sun, rain, just like the last three weeks) I feel up to it. In my head Switzerland is the perfect place to recover. Just like in old books! I already told my friend that I expect her to wheel me out onto the sunny veranda wrapped in blankets ;-)