Because I can. Also because I am so, so, so over this shit. So very much. Plus, my mum can only handle so much of me whining I think. Background: I am a medical intern in a Dutch medicine programme, and am currently on my GP rotation. So recap: I have been ill since Sunday. I woke up feeling really, really warm and feeling crappy and was just generally hoping this was one day ridiculousness. I was going to go fight through it with the help of the maximum amount of paracetamol (acetaminophen or tylenol for Americans) and just go to my internship on Monday. Monday I woke up with a temp of 40 C (well, 39.97 technically, but who cares. Also known as a fever of 104 F). Did I mention it was 4.30 am when I found this out, and wasn't able to fall asleep again after. So that sucked, and paracetamol made the entire experience really unpleasant with cycles of taking paracetamol, sweating through my shirt completely, the chills, feeling slightly better, and then feeling crappy again in rising amounts until the next dose. Today, Tuesday I woke up at 4.30 (again, yay!) completely and totally drenched in sweat. I am talking a soaked bed and pyjamas. Because who the hell wants a) to stay awake at 4.30 am when they are ill and b) wants to change sheets at 4.30 am when they're ill, I put down a giant towel, draped a giant fleece blanket over myself, draped my duvet over that and tried to sleep. Yeah, not successfull. Thankfully my dad agreed to come down (a drive of an hour and a half to an hour and forty-five minutes) and he kept me company and did some shopping, and helped me change my sheets. Right now, I thought I was feeling a bit better, but when I took my temperature it was still 39.5 (103.1) and so it looks like I will not be able to go in tomorrow either. This sucks, so very, very much.
The one upside to being ill is that I get a chance to catch up on watching shows because I can't really do anything else.
Oh yeah, that's not the problem. My dad was here yesterday and he picked some up for me. Also, I am feeling much better today, and I think my fever might actually be gone! The coughing is still here though, which is pretty annoying :P
Sympathies. Flu is the WORST. I had it in May and while I only actively felt sick for a week, for the next week every time I tried to do anything more intense than sit around the house I'd just about collapse into a puddle of exhaustion. >_< I hope it doesn't take you as long to recover.
I most certainly hope not! I already need to workout a plan with the GP who's supervising me to make up the days I have been out so far, having to make up two weeks worth would SUCK.
I feel like death warmed over and am coughing up green sputum. I still don't know if I can go in tomorrow. I asked my housemate for advice (younger than me, neurotypical, loves, loves, loves working out) and he said that maybe I should just go because doing something always makes him feel better. But I don't know what the protocol is about these things and I was stupid enough to forget to call my supervising GP so I don't know, and it's driving me batty.
Oh hell no, that's terrible advice. Take it from an old person, when you have the flu that's a really good way to make yourself stay sick for quite some time - and you very well could still be infectious.
Yeah, I'm thinking the best plan is to get a decent amount of sleep tonight, sleep until about 7.30 tomorrow and then call the GPs office. I can ask to have a chat with the supervising GP then and see what the game plan could be. This is all so goddamn inconvenient.
I agree w/@Mercury - especially since you work for a GP. Lots of potentially immuno-compromised peeps, you definitely don't wanna give them what you've got. (I'm sure I'm preaching to the choir, haha.)
True, but you know how doctor's make the worst patients? I am the WORST patient. Also doctor's shouldn't doctor themselves. So I am really doubting myself all over the damn place.
All these thoughts swanning around my head are making me feel seriously stressed, and that is really helping the 'tisms. /sarcasm
