One day you wake up and feel basically normal and then by that night you can barely drive home from work because you can’t stop shivering and your throat hurts like all hell and your head is throbbing and you have this huge swollen tumor-ish thing behind your right ear that makes even wearing your glasses all but impossible and when you finally get home you put on several layers of clothes and crawl into bed but still can’t stop shaking and then you find out you have a temperature of 103.5—which you can’t ever remember having a temperature that high ever—and the rest of the night is this sort of blur of waking up in pain, having your wife give you fluids and tylenol and taking your temperature and then rushing back to sleep before it hurts too bad again.
Then you wake up the next morning and the fever is down to 100 or so, but you’re still in massive pain and your lymph nodes (aka what I thought was a tumor the day before) are swollen even more and now on top of everything if you try to get up on your feet you feel nauseous and maybe you will now throw up too on top of everything else, so your wife finally convinces you—rightfully so—to stop being weird about it and just go to see a doctor already, which you then agree to do and somehow stumble your way through a shower and show up at the doctors at 10:30am and then oh by the way you can’t even really communicate or function during that appointment because you’re in so much damn pain and so your wife has to do all the talking—which, thank god for her—and after only a few minutes the doctor is like ok yes you should actually be admitted to the hospital right now and hooked up to an IV and I’ll go get someone to get a wheelchair and they’ll take you down there now.
And then you go through all kinds of tests and needles and boredom and pain and sometimes sleep and they tell you that you do indeed have strep throat and your iron is low and you might be anemic but we can figure out that next week once this all goes away and here is a ton of medication: go rest and drink fluids and you are contagious for the next 24 hours still.
And now it’s just over 24 hours later, the 4th of July, and I’m miserable but slowly making my way toward better (lymph nodes back to normal, throat much better, head halfway better) and watching John Carter and hoping everything will be okay by soon so that I can feel close to normal for my son’s 3rd birthday on Saturday.
So that’s what I’ve been up to.
- restinvermont said: oh no, feel better!
- marginalgloss said: get well soon!
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- murmurandshout said: UGH I’ve had strep throat several times and it’s always so horrible so I feel you. Hope you feel better soon!
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- akratic said: Godspeed
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