Started getting sick on Tuesday last week and I thought it was just one of the normal bugs that go around when winter starts arriving.
By Wednesday I had a scratchy throat and felt shivery but I soldiered on.
Thursday I felt pretty shyte, I had a headache all day, the throat got more painful and the aching/shivers got worse. I didn't eat all day.
Friday I was taking two different painkillers for the throat, a combination of asprin and parcetamol for the fever but managed to finish the day at work (only just). Nil by mouth all day.
Saturday I was dreading every time I had to swallow even with painkillers, felt really bad and spent the whole day in bed. Still no appetite.
Sunday ...for the first time ever I was wishing Sunday was Monday because the Doctors surgery would be open. Spent all day in a state somewhere between sleep and coma. I suggested to wifey maybe I should head to the hospital casualty but she suggested that it might be a bit overkill for 'man-flu' as she called it.
Monday early hours of the morning my throat was so sore I couldnt even sleep with morphine based painkillers plus asprin plus paracetamol. The last time I'd had food of any type was the previous wednesday so I was not in a good way, also getting signs of dehydration probably because of the constant cold sweats. 6am I self medicated and headed to the Doctors surgery to be the first in line when they arrived at 8AM for work. Thankfully it's less than a kilometer and I managed to drive there and park right at the door. I remember arriving there and thinking I'll just sleep in the car till they get here, next thing I know it's 10am and I wake up in the surgery clinic in a bed with several IV bags running into my arm.
Thankfully after treatment at the Doctors and two days of antibiotics and various other medications I was well enough to eat again. Today I'm almost symptom free but I can still feel my throat a bit when I swallow although it's not painful as such. I'm toying with the idea of going back to work tomorrow.
This is possibly the sickest I've ever been, I haven't even been properly sick for maybe 20 years but I'd forgotten how thoroughly miserable it is being sick. I guess the moral of the story would be don't put it off too long going to the Doctor, the first 3 or 4 days I was determined not to be a girls blouse and go to the Doc for a cold.... a few days later I regretted my decisions.
By Wednesday I had a scratchy throat and felt shivery but I soldiered on.
Thursday I felt pretty shyte, I had a headache all day, the throat got more painful and the aching/shivers got worse. I didn't eat all day.
Friday I was taking two different painkillers for the throat, a combination of asprin and parcetamol for the fever but managed to finish the day at work (only just). Nil by mouth all day.
Saturday I was dreading every time I had to swallow even with painkillers, felt really bad and spent the whole day in bed. Still no appetite.
Sunday ...for the first time ever I was wishing Sunday was Monday because the Doctors surgery would be open. Spent all day in a state somewhere between sleep and coma. I suggested to wifey maybe I should head to the hospital casualty but she suggested that it might be a bit overkill for 'man-flu' as she called it.
Monday early hours of the morning my throat was so sore I couldnt even sleep with morphine based painkillers plus asprin plus paracetamol. The last time I'd had food of any type was the previous wednesday so I was not in a good way, also getting signs of dehydration probably because of the constant cold sweats. 6am I self medicated and headed to the Doctors surgery to be the first in line when they arrived at 8AM for work. Thankfully it's less than a kilometer and I managed to drive there and park right at the door. I remember arriving there and thinking I'll just sleep in the car till they get here, next thing I know it's 10am and I wake up in the surgery clinic in a bed with several IV bags running into my arm.
Thankfully after treatment at the Doctors and two days of antibiotics and various other medications I was well enough to eat again. Today I'm almost symptom free but I can still feel my throat a bit when I swallow although it's not painful as such. I'm toying with the idea of going back to work tomorrow.
This is possibly the sickest I've ever been, I haven't even been properly sick for maybe 20 years but I'd forgotten how thoroughly miserable it is being sick. I guess the moral of the story would be don't put it off too long going to the Doctor, the first 3 or 4 days I was determined not to be a girls blouse and go to the Doc for a cold.... a few days later I regretted my decisions.
