This has not been a good week for me. In fact, I would be so inclined to say it was one of the most god-awful weeks I have endured in a long time.
Why? Simple answer: stomach flu.
I woke up on Tuesday morning not feeling myself at all - nauseous, grumbly tummy, feverish. I had a very small, plain breaky to see if that would calm things down a bit, and debated long and hard as to whether I should go to work. In the end, I did, and part of me is glad that I went, because everyone got a good look at how well I wasn't, before I proceeded to take the rest of the week off.
So I came home and crawled into bed. I know I had a fever by this time, because I was freezing, even though it was hitting the high twenties outside. I think I slept most of the rest of the day. At about 8pm I realised I was burning with fever, and asked R to take me to the doctor. Over an hour later (and $75 - my Medicare card had expired, and I hadn't realised this.Bugger.) I finally got to see the doctor. Money not well spent, I am sorry to say. He talked over the top of me, asked the same questions 3 times, really didn't listen to what I was saying. My symptoms were pretty simple - temperature, nausea and vomiting and ... er ... other gastric symptoms. He looked at my throat (no inflamation) and took my temperature. It was 39.4, which is pretty high, but not alarming. He basically gave up on me then and there - high temperature is out of his league, and he would write me a referral to Westmead Hospital. Oh, after he told me it might be Swine Flu. WTF? Since when are gastric symptoms part of H1N1, huh? And I had a distinct lack of a sore throat, (which is a SF symptom). It's a good thing I am not a panic merchant or hypochondriac. What a moron. So, we tootle off to Westmead, where the triage nurse takes my temperature again (39.3) gives me two Neurofen, and tells me to see her again in an hour. So we went home. And came back in an hour. She took my temp again (38.7) and told me to wait for the doctor. After another hour, I overhear someone else being told that there is a minimum FOUR HOUR WAIT. Again with the WTF. So we went home. And stayed there. I wasn't going to sit for 4 hours (it was nearly midnight by now, and R had work the next day) to be told it is a stomach virus, go home and keep my fluids up, which is all that they could have told me, and what I did anyway.
So Tuesday was bad, but I think Wednesday was worse.
My fever waxed and waned, but never came down far enough to give me any real relief. And now was when the really heavy duty nausea and vomiting kicked in. All day, and well into the evening. I have a ring around my midsection where my diaphram joins my trunk, which HURTS! Like fire. Ow. But far worse is the misery of feeling constantly like being sick. I don't know how women who get morning sickness that lasts all day cope - I would go mad in a millisecond. Also by this stage I am starting to get thoroughly sick of rice crackers, even though I have only eaten about nine - but that is all I have eaten. Make it stop, Mummy!
Thursday - my temp came down! Hooray! So not feeling like a miserable, sweaty space cadet any more. Now about those stomach cramps...and the continuing vomiting and diarrhoea. Can stop any time. Any time, now. Aaaaaany time...
Friday - almost feeling like a human being. Almost. REALLY sick of crackers. I went down to Parramatta to go to the Medicare office and renew my card. There were a couple of moments where I thought I was going to crash into people, fall over or pass out. Or perhaps crash into people, fall over and pass out. Not out of the woods yet. I ate my first food at 3.30pm (and that was only a couple of mouthfuls). I have completely lost interest in it. I really only ate because I know that I have to. You know I'm really sick when I have so little interest in food...
Saturday - I ate real food! A whole cheese sandwich and a couple of peaches. And one piece of pizza.
Today - almost back to normal. Almost. Still eating bland food, and not a lot of it. But getting better.
The silver lining to all this (cos there's got to be one, or I would be VERY CRANKY) - I have lost 6 kilos! It's not all fluid - I never actually got all that dehydrated, but i will have to be careful to not pile it back on again.
So, that was my week. Hope the next one doesn't suck so badly...
Turkish Pide
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Love me a good Turkish pide. This (
https://ozlemsturkishtable.com/2014/07/kiymali-pide-turkish-flat-bread-with-ground-meat-and-vegetables/)
one I tried at...
4 years ago
8 comments:
Eugh - sounds dreadful :(. I'm glad you're on the mend.
Oh you poor thing! Sounds awful, reminds me of when I had giadia in High School. But you've lost in one week, what it's taken me 10 weeks! So my fingers are crossed for your maintenance of such loss.
I hope it's not one of those lingering crapnesses and that you are feeling tip top again soon :D
Poor thing. Sounds horrific. Being sick in a hospital waiting room sucks completely. Vomiting constantly (or at all) is awful.
Glad to hear you are on the mend and lighter for all your abdominal exersion.
gack. We missed you at FC and 12th night. Looking forward to tomorrow night so you catch up n the goss.
Thanks girls! A misery shared is a misery halved. I'm looking forward to FC too - I feel so out of the loop!
Mayela - I would MUCH have preferred to do it your way. Much. I consider being a bit lighter as a fairly uninspiring door prize considering the misery factor.
oh dear. that sounds really horrid. Very glad to hear you are feeling improved. I wish less sickness for everyone I know.
Sorry to hear you've been feeling... crappy...
I lost a kg (yep, only one, bugger) over the weekend via something similar, not the best way to do it, I'll agree!
Well what a crap start to your year - glad you've feeling much better now. Now you've got that out of the way, you can have a fantastic year where everything else goes swimmingly (maybe even your noisy neighbour will move so you don't have to).
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