Friday about 10:00 am I felt like a huge truck had run me over. Of course I was in the middle of teaching (or monitoring testing) and there wasn’t much that could be done. I figured I would get over it. By 1:15 (one hour before dismissal) I wanted to crawl under my desk and die. My kids told me they were totally okay with it…minus the dying part. One kid said “that would be really freaky.” They were obviously concerned.
So, I left work as soon as I could only to get in a car that wouldn’t start.
That’s right….my car wouldn’t start. And, it was freezing cold and raining. Perfect.
A sweet coworker (who helps me out ALL the time) happened to have jumper cables and made my life a million times better by getting my car running. Then, I proceeded to my dad’s shop so he could check things out and make sure I wouldn’t get stranded at the medcheck. I had already called my doctors office and they were booked and offered the medcheck as an alternative. The car magically tested fine and he sent me on my way.
Medcheck was an hour to 2 hours of a wait. And they proceeded to tell me that if I felt like it was the flu (and they said I looked like it) to put on a mask.
So I looked like this….
His response was something like, “Woah….Ebola?”
I sat there for about 10 minutes and then a genius coworker suggested via our mass group whining text message (initiatied by me of course) that I call the minute clinic down the road and see how long their wait is. Great idea! No wait at all!
But…..of course by the time I got there someone had reached the no waiting zone before me. So….I waited.
I was freezing, and they required me to put on another mask of course. I actually asked if they would let me lay down in the spare clinic room (which no one was in) while I waited because sitting up was even painful. Nope, they don’t allow that. Just for your future reference.
Diagnosis – the flu. At that point I had a 101.6 fever.
After waiting and slightly losing my mind on the pharmacist I headed home to my loving husband.
He proceeded to wait on me hand and foot for the rest of the evening (and still is) and got a little freaked when my fever climbed to almost 103 and I felt like I was on fever. I slept most of the night between taking my fluids and meds and checking my temp. By midnight we got it below 100 and my aches were starting to go away.
I have not had the flu in 6 years and I swear I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. It was awful. 6 years ago it lasted about 4-5 days. This time, much less, thank goodness.
Today I’m sitting up, showered, and way less achey. Heads still pounding and this dry cough really stinks…but much better than yesterday.
My husband was thrilled when he found out I even shaved my legs.
It sucks though. I’ve missed my oldest nephews first basketball game of the season and I’ve missed seeing my littlest nephew in his actual birthday. At this rate I’m hoping to escape the house for an hour tomorrow to sneak into his birthday party real quick.
But as for the hubby….I don’t know what I did to deserve such an incredible guy. He has taken such good care of me. He even ran to get my nephew’s birthday present and now is at the grocery store with a huge list I sent him with. The nice part of me organized the list for him by parts of the grocery store so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed.
I love him.
I’m so lucky.