Neither was the vitamin C chaser. After spending all day Tuesday in bed or on the couch, I decided that I should probably go to the doctor and get checked out.
The strange thing was that I felt good Wednesday morning. This particular phenomenon always seems to happen to me. I could have a fever of 104.2, vomiting, diarrhea, shingles and enough snot running out my head to keep the horror movie genre in business for the next 15 years, but as soon as I step foot into the doctors office my symptoms miraculously disappear. No wheezing when I exhale, no fever, no nothing. I look like a total hypochondriac, but strangely enough, he always believes me.
So, I left the office clutching a prescription for Tamiflu, an antibiotic (no lectures about how antibiotics don't work on viruses...it's just a precaution because I don't have a spleen), and my personal favorite, the codeine based cough syrup.
You would have though that I was all set, wouldn't you? A veritable pharmaceutical utopia at my fingertips, and the path to better health spread out before me, right?
Because apparently I know more than my doctor does. I couldn't really have the flu. I felt better after only one day, and usually the flu doesn't let up for days. It was probably just a bad cold, and the Tamiflu (which, by the way, is not available in generic form and would have cost us $55) wouldn't help a cold anyway. So with my vast medical knowledge and expertise, I filled the cough syrup and antibiotic, and confidently told the pharmacist (who looked, quite frankly, a bit skeptical) that I didn't need the Tamiflu.
Some time around 3pm on Thursday, the thought occurred to me that my decision to bypass the Tamiflu might turn out to be a fatal one. I was seriously miserable, and to top it all off, Gracie was sick too. Trevor actually stayed home from work Thursday and Friday because I was too weak to take care of her.
So here I am Saturday morning, freshly showered and dressed and ready to go back to bed. It's amazing how the very basics tire you out when you've been sick. I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, and I have been trying to some catch up on blog reading , but it's slow going for now.
If I take it easy today and tomorrow, I'm pretty sure that I'll be able to return to work on Monday. And I promise that I will never, EVER disregard my doctor again when he prescibes Tamiflu. Cross my heart.