Since I’ve had a couple of people ask how I was feeling, or tell me they hoped I was feeling better, I thought I’d come over here and let everyone in on the answer! I mentioned in my Self Portrait Sunday post that I had a fever, and wasn’t feeling very well. I still wasn’t feeling great when morning rolled around, but the fever was at around 99.8 or so, and it wasn’t the end of the world, so I figured I could make it. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Yeah… Every morning when I get here, I walk from the lobby to the mailroom, the cafeteria, and then back to my desk. It took entirely too much concentration to stay upright. I just felt worse and worse as the day moved on– a splitting headache and excruciating pain in my lower back. Add to this the cough that I developed about the same time, and I felt like I was coming apart! I went to the nurse here at work, and she came up with a temperature of 102.8, and told me I needed to go home. I relayed my fever information to Gary and his response was pretty much Go. Now. I debated calling the doctor to try and get in, but I really thought I’d sleep a bit and probably feel better. Oh boy, was I wrong! I slept for about 4 hours, and I felt just as wretched when I got back up. I called the doctor and was waiting for them to call me back with advice when I decided that I didn’t want to wait until the next day for treatment.
My mom came and picked me up and we settled on going to the Emergency Room because while it’d take longer, they’d also be more thorough. And my pain-induced fog said PAINKILLERS NOW. Which the medpoint/urgent care wouldn’t have been able to supply so quickly. I was so dehydrated that in order to draw blood for tests, the phlebotomist had to draw from the vein about halfway down my forearm because it’s the first place she could get the vein to pop up. So I’ve got a nice nasty bruise from that. But they put in an IV, and rehydrated me, gave me a painkiller (thank god), and something for nausea. By the end of it, I also got an antibiotic through the IV, and a handful of prescriptions. I was feeling pretty lousy still but enough better that I actually ate some vanilla pudding and part of a turkey sandwich before we left the ER at about 10pm.
I’m feeling… okay today. A little bit of lingering back pain, but if it weren’t for this wretched cough, I’d *almost* say good. Not quite though. In any case, the fever was back down to 99.8 this morning, and I came to work. I probably would have been better off at home relaxing, but I figured I’m not contagious and I can’t afford to miss the work… I also scheduled a pick-up shift for this weekend to make up for the extra shift I was supposed to pick up yesterday before I got sick.
So all that to say, I’m doing better… and I’m armed with painkillers and antibiotics so it’s getting better all the time.