February 19th, 2009
In case anyone was wondering the flu knocked me on my arse.
Last Friday I woke up with a sore throat and by lunchtime I knew I needed to go to the Dr. so I called to see if they could fit me in at my general practitioner’s office. She had already left for the day so I went to one of those Minute Clinic thingies where even without running a test I was informed that I had the flu.
I had just finished a 10 day round of antibiotics for that sinus infection/double ear infection I had so it was pretty obvious that it was an angry virus attackeling my already weakened immune system. She offered me antiviral medicine but told me that I would have to wean the baby because it wasn’t really safe for lactation.
At that point I was only experiencing mild symptoms and I was pretty sure I could tough it out without being forced to wean Alivia. So I went home and took some Aleve. Yeah in hindsight that was a TERRIBLE MISTAKE.
Addison had to go to work with Adam for the rest of the day while Livie and I napped. As bad luck would have it Addison was out of school Friday and Monday so Adam also had to stay home on Monday to man the household responsibilities.
(Otherwise known as make sure the kids don’t starve or wander out into the street while mommy has fever induced hallucinogenic dreams. Only dude…there was nothing groovy about it.)
I literally stayed in bed for days. At one point I convinced my-hypochondriac-self that I was dying of meningitis because my neck and my head hurt so bad. I might have had a little help with these delusions thanks to my best friend Aimee and my sweet mother in law. My mother in law told me yesterday that when I told her my neck was hurting and I had a fever her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach.
So I wasn’t the only one worried about my fate of dying from the evil virus that consumed and tormented my body for days. Ok I might be a tad dramatic…but it really was a horrible few days.
I went to my real Dr. on Monday because I was still bedridden and still convinced I was dying and even though we have fabulous life insurance I would like to live long enough to at least see who makes it to the top 12 on AhhhMERican Idol.
At the Dr.’s office they gave me a shot of some flu medicine in my booty and a prescription for medicine that would make me feel better sooner. The only catch was that I had to stop nursing. And at that moment I was willing to do whatever it took to feel better. So I got the prescription filled and nursed Livie for the last time before I took my first dose that night. It was sad to know that was the last time, but I think she was ready too because the transition has been so much easier than I imagined.
They also they gave me a shot of B-12 in my arm to boost my immune system. But let me tell you a quick little side story on that. I was in the little room waiting for my Dr to come in trying not to notice how dirty the baseboards were ( I know gross right?) when I overheard the following conversation outside my door.
Dr: “I might stick my head in and check to see how you do with the injections”
Regular Nurse: “Are you ready to do it?”
Nervous Nurse: ” No not really”
Regular Nurse: “You will do fine”
Nervous Nurse: “nervous silence…..”
Then they walk in to my room. So I asked the incredibly flushed Nervous Nurse if she was in fact nervous. She smiled nervously and told me “no”.
That didn’t make me feel better about the situation. I told her confidently that I have birthed 2 children and I have a high tolerance for pain. I don’t know who I was trying to convince of this…. the nervous nurse or myself.
Well as it turned out she WAS nervous. She hit the muscle in my arm and made me bleed and as soon as I saw a drop of blood hit the white paper on the exam table I felt things go really wonky. She had me stand up for these shots to make it easier for her so when the nurses started talking about hitting muscles and stuff dripping down my arm I sort of lost my composure.
Regular Nurse asked me “Are you alright Mrs. Bond? you look very pale”
Me (trying to play it off and be all cool) : ” oh yeah I am fiiiiine….wait actually I am feeling like I am going to be sick….I think I need to sit down”
Nervous Nurse: “I am soooo sorry….are you ok?”
The regular nurse got me a cold compress for my face and a bottle of water to sip while I recovered.
It was the highlight of my flu experience let me tell you.
Adam couldn’t get back to work fast enough on Tuesday….he practically ran out the door that morning. I can’t say I blame him. It’s a hard job being me. Ok I am kidding he did a great job with the kids and he did about 3 tons of laundry too.
I am just glad to be feeling a little better. Although I am not at 100 % quite yet I was at least able to rattle on to ya’ll about my latest death bed situation illness.
Does this mean I am getting old? Next thing you know I will be telling ya’ll about some humongo bunion or how my arthritis is flaring up.
Will ya’ll still visit me here when I have nothing to blog about but my latest hemorrhoid flare-up?
No? Ok let’s just pretend I never even asked that last question.
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