The Flu... Or Not
I am ill. Once again. For some reason, I've gotten sick way more than normal this year.
So I went to the hospital Thursday night with a 103.5 degree fever. I could barely walk. The doctor figured I had a really bad case of the flu, I had all the symptoms, but he wanted to check me for pnumonia too, just in case, because my lungs sounded funny.
I sit there for the customary three hours waiting for all the tests to come back.
Then they tell me that they don't know what's wrong with me. I don't have pnumonia. I don't have the flu (even though I have a high temp, body aches, coughing, nausea, headache, chills, and hot flashes).
He the proceeds to tell me that he can write me a prescription for whatever's bothering me. I said no, tylenol should really be fine, blah blah blah. So he kept offering me all kinds of drugs. I just foud that incredibly amusing.
I feel a bit better this morning, although that could be because I've spent the last thirty six hours hopped up on tylenol cold. I can't remember what it's like to not feel dizzy/nauseated/vaguely drowsy. Not to mention hungry. I guess either having the flu or taking tylenol cold suppresses your appetite because I haven't really eaten anything except a piece of birthday cake and a devil dog in two days.
I suppose that's all there is to it. More later, when I am healthy again. Until then...
And when that memory slips away
There'll be a better view from here
And only lonesome you remains
And just the thought of you I fear
It falls away
So I went to the hospital Thursday night with a 103.5 degree fever. I could barely walk. The doctor figured I had a really bad case of the flu, I had all the symptoms, but he wanted to check me for pnumonia too, just in case, because my lungs sounded funny.
I sit there for the customary three hours waiting for all the tests to come back.
Then they tell me that they don't know what's wrong with me. I don't have pnumonia. I don't have the flu (even though I have a high temp, body aches, coughing, nausea, headache, chills, and hot flashes).
He the proceeds to tell me that he can write me a prescription for whatever's bothering me. I said no, tylenol should really be fine, blah blah blah. So he kept offering me all kinds of drugs. I just foud that incredibly amusing.
I feel a bit better this morning, although that could be because I've spent the last thirty six hours hopped up on tylenol cold. I can't remember what it's like to not feel dizzy/nauseated/vaguely drowsy. Not to mention hungry. I guess either having the flu or taking tylenol cold suppresses your appetite because I haven't really eaten anything except a piece of birthday cake and a devil dog in two days.
I suppose that's all there is to it. More later, when I am healthy again. Until then...
And when that memory slips away
There'll be a better view from here
And only lonesome you remains
And just the thought of you I fear
It falls away