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Last Friday, I had a sore throat and one of my ears had swollen shut. Saturday it was worse and I had a fever that night. I ended up leaving class early on Monday due to fatigue, but by Wednesday I was feeling better. This is a pretty standard progression for me with colds, so Brian and I even went out and had a nice dinner to celebrate being able to enjoy the nice springtime weather again.
Thursday I felt a little tired; I blamed that on overexertion and slept most of the afternoon. Then it was Friday, and time for student clinic.
I woke up Friday with a bad case of the sniffles, which concerned me; but the student clinic schedule was full up and I didn't have time to try and find someone to cover my shift. And, in truth, I had more than a little pride going on - I could tough it out, I didn't want to make Tom (the clinic supervisor) scramble to cover for me, etc., etc. So I had a quiet morning, downed some DayQuil, and trundled off to the school.
When I got there, not only was I still sniffling and coughing, I was about on the verge of passing out just from the exertion of the train ride. Fortunately, everyone was really nice about it and they got the schedule shuffled around with a minimum of difficulty. (Side note: after experiencing several organizations full of people who were professionally apathetic, it's really great to work someplace where people are eager to help each other out when there's a crisis rather than putting up the "not my problem" barricades. I owe Tom and Dominika (who immediately volunteered to help out after she heard my croaky voice) some cookies.) So I went home and basically slept the rest of the day, hoping that I'd feel better Saturday morning.
Aaaand this morning I wake up with body aches and a mild fever. Hurrah.
My working theory is that I actually caught the seasonal flu (right at the end of the season, too - feh). I did have a flu shot, but word was it was not very effective this year.
I know it's not the end of the world - all it's cost me this weekend is $8 to exchange the tickets for The Addams Family Musical that I'd bought in a fit of optimism on Thursday. If I have to stay home from school on Monday, I can make up the tests I miss. It sucks to be missing the lovely springtime weather, but I'll survive - and there's plenty more nice weather to come.
Still, let's hope next year's flu shot is a bit more effective. Because cripes, this whole "I almost can't remember what it's like to not be sick" number is for the birds.
Last Friday, I had a sore throat and one of my ears had swollen shut. Saturday it was worse and I had a fever that night. I ended up leaving class early on Monday due to fatigue, but by Wednesday I was feeling better. This is a pretty standard progression for me with colds, so Brian and I even went out and had a nice dinner to celebrate being able to enjoy the nice springtime weather again.
Thursday I felt a little tired; I blamed that on overexertion and slept most of the afternoon. Then it was Friday, and time for student clinic.
I woke up Friday with a bad case of the sniffles, which concerned me; but the student clinic schedule was full up and I didn't have time to try and find someone to cover my shift. And, in truth, I had more than a little pride going on - I could tough it out, I didn't want to make Tom (the clinic supervisor) scramble to cover for me, etc., etc. So I had a quiet morning, downed some DayQuil, and trundled off to the school.
When I got there, not only was I still sniffling and coughing, I was about on the verge of passing out just from the exertion of the train ride. Fortunately, everyone was really nice about it and they got the schedule shuffled around with a minimum of difficulty. (Side note: after experiencing several organizations full of people who were professionally apathetic, it's really great to work someplace where people are eager to help each other out when there's a crisis rather than putting up the "not my problem" barricades. I owe Tom and Dominika (who immediately volunteered to help out after she heard my croaky voice) some cookies.) So I went home and basically slept the rest of the day, hoping that I'd feel better Saturday morning.
Aaaand this morning I wake up with body aches and a mild fever. Hurrah.
My working theory is that I actually caught the seasonal flu (right at the end of the season, too - feh). I did have a flu shot, but word was it was not very effective this year.
I know it's not the end of the world - all it's cost me this weekend is $8 to exchange the tickets for The Addams Family Musical that I'd bought in a fit of optimism on Thursday. If I have to stay home from school on Monday, I can make up the tests I miss. It sucks to be missing the lovely springtime weather, but I'll survive - and there's plenty more nice weather to come.
Still, let's hope next year's flu shot is a bit more effective. Because cripes, this whole "I almost can't remember what it's like to not be sick" number is for the birds.
