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my horrible memorial day weekend.
friday i conned my way out of work an hour early (which consisted of mucho guilt trips from all involved "boo hoo i have to go home half an hour late") so that i could make it to the urgent care center before they closed at 8. it was imperative that i make it there, since the emergency room would have cost $85 more. and i did make it, 15 minutes before close.
the nurse gave me a lecture, telling me i could have come hours earlier. i told her i just got out of work. she looked at my temperature - 103 - and said i shouldn't have been working. i laughed and said i have to work tomorrow morning, too. she took me to another room to wait for the doc.
after about 15 mins the doctor lady came in. she looked at my throat and told me the strep test came back negative, so i must have tonsillitis. she said she would give me some throat swishes for it. i asked her about the piercing headaches in the back of my skull and she said that was probably caused by the beginnings of a sinus infection, so she would give me some antibiotics for it. i said again, what do i do about the headaches because they are killing me, and she says they will go away with the infection.
so the woman leaves, comes back with two slips of paper - a note out of work and prescriptions. they quickly escort me out. now it's around 9 and the drug stores are closed, and the fever seems to be kicking in.
i make it home in a daze. then, mom comes to the rescue. she find a 24 hours cvs, and by midnight has my drugs for me. by that time i've already been sleeping for a few hours, so i wake up to take the meds and go back to sleep. one of those horrible, hot, cold, restless sleeps.
i woke at 7:30, and nearly blacked out in the shower. i laid back down for about 30 mins, and then somehow made the 45 min drive to work. it is a requirement to call in if you can't make it, but somehow NO ONE had the bosses number - so i had to at least go in to get it. there was only one other person working that day, but she still let me go home. then i realized, i didn't have it in me to drive home. so i phoned mom and took a little nap on the floor at work while she and my uncle came to get me and my car, and they took me home.
i must have woke up every 4 or 5 hours. the first few times, i would just roll over and go back to sleep. by mid saturday sometime, kristen was home. i woke up to hear them pull in the driveway. she supplied me with bottle of motrin to help fight the fever which had dropped to a shocking 102.7 since the night before. i woke again later in the evening, quite bored of sleeping and forced myself out of bed. after about an hour around the house i was exhausted and forced back into bed.
by sunday morning, the headaches had lessened, but my sore throat had become the bane of my existence. the sheer pain of swallowing was unbearable. water, food, my own spit would cause me to cringe. sneezing hurt, but i had no cough. the left side of my throat was noticeably swollen, inside and out. and still the fever persisted. the heat was on constantly in my room, and i shivered under layers of blankets.
i continued the pattern of sleeping 4-5 hours at a time. occasionally getting out of bed, only to get tired within the hour and go back to bed. i hadn't completely lost my appetite, which really sucked considering how much it hurt to eat. later in the evening i got fed up with it all and phoned my mom to come get me. she took me to her house and i watched a movie with she and my sister. then she took me home to sleep again.
monday morning my fever was down to a semi tolerable 101. but my throat hurt worse than ever before. i dragged kristen with me to a different urgent care place, since normal doctors were too busy golfing to be open on memorial day. the new doctor at least seemed concerned. he tested me again for strep, which was again negative. then he shot me up with some more antibiotics and steroids to get the swelling down. he told me if i'm not feeling better in a couple days to go to the emergency room because he just didn't have enough tools there to test me.
by monday evening i could swallow without cringing. i rejoiced of course. and helped with what little yard work i could before i got tired. it seemed the fever had subsided, since i was so hot. but i looked like a heroin addict, with my pale sweaty skin and baggy sunken eyes. sleeping was difficult - i've slept enough this weekend to last me all week.
i'm not sure if i should be glad this all happened on a weekend so i didn't miss work. or be pissed of.
now all i have is a little sore throat, and i'm on my way to work. i'm going to give those friday night people a hell of a guilt trip. "hey you know my fever was 103 when you guys were so reluctant to let me go?" jerks.
friday i conned my way out of work an hour early (which consisted of mucho guilt trips from all involved "boo hoo i have to go home half an hour late") so that i could make it to the urgent care center before they closed at 8. it was imperative that i make it there, since the emergency room would have cost $85 more. and i did make it, 15 minutes before close.
the nurse gave me a lecture, telling me i could have come hours earlier. i told her i just got out of work. she looked at my temperature - 103 - and said i shouldn't have been working. i laughed and said i have to work tomorrow morning, too. she took me to another room to wait for the doc.
after about 15 mins the doctor lady came in. she looked at my throat and told me the strep test came back negative, so i must have tonsillitis. she said she would give me some throat swishes for it. i asked her about the piercing headaches in the back of my skull and she said that was probably caused by the beginnings of a sinus infection, so she would give me some antibiotics for it. i said again, what do i do about the headaches because they are killing me, and she says they will go away with the infection.
so the woman leaves, comes back with two slips of paper - a note out of work and prescriptions. they quickly escort me out. now it's around 9 and the drug stores are closed, and the fever seems to be kicking in.
i make it home in a daze. then, mom comes to the rescue. she find a 24 hours cvs, and by midnight has my drugs for me. by that time i've already been sleeping for a few hours, so i wake up to take the meds and go back to sleep. one of those horrible, hot, cold, restless sleeps.
i woke at 7:30, and nearly blacked out in the shower. i laid back down for about 30 mins, and then somehow made the 45 min drive to work. it is a requirement to call in if you can't make it, but somehow NO ONE had the bosses number - so i had to at least go in to get it. there was only one other person working that day, but she still let me go home. then i realized, i didn't have it in me to drive home. so i phoned mom and took a little nap on the floor at work while she and my uncle came to get me and my car, and they took me home.
i must have woke up every 4 or 5 hours. the first few times, i would just roll over and go back to sleep. by mid saturday sometime, kristen was home. i woke up to hear them pull in the driveway. she supplied me with bottle of motrin to help fight the fever which had dropped to a shocking 102.7 since the night before. i woke again later in the evening, quite bored of sleeping and forced myself out of bed. after about an hour around the house i was exhausted and forced back into bed.
by sunday morning, the headaches had lessened, but my sore throat had become the bane of my existence. the sheer pain of swallowing was unbearable. water, food, my own spit would cause me to cringe. sneezing hurt, but i had no cough. the left side of my throat was noticeably swollen, inside and out. and still the fever persisted. the heat was on constantly in my room, and i shivered under layers of blankets.
i continued the pattern of sleeping 4-5 hours at a time. occasionally getting out of bed, only to get tired within the hour and go back to bed. i hadn't completely lost my appetite, which really sucked considering how much it hurt to eat. later in the evening i got fed up with it all and phoned my mom to come get me. she took me to her house and i watched a movie with she and my sister. then she took me home to sleep again.
monday morning my fever was down to a semi tolerable 101. but my throat hurt worse than ever before. i dragged kristen with me to a different urgent care place, since normal doctors were too busy golfing to be open on memorial day. the new doctor at least seemed concerned. he tested me again for strep, which was again negative. then he shot me up with some more antibiotics and steroids to get the swelling down. he told me if i'm not feeling better in a couple days to go to the emergency room because he just didn't have enough tools there to test me.
by monday evening i could swallow without cringing. i rejoiced of course. and helped with what little yard work i could before i got tired. it seemed the fever had subsided, since i was so hot. but i looked like a heroin addict, with my pale sweaty skin and baggy sunken eyes. sleeping was difficult - i've slept enough this weekend to last me all week.
i'm not sure if i should be glad this all happened on a weekend so i didn't miss work. or be pissed of.
now all i have is a little sore throat, and i'm on my way to work. i'm going to give those friday night people a hell of a guilt trip. "hey you know my fever was 103 when you guys were so reluctant to let me go?" jerks.