But, luckily, my bowels have yet to lose control…
I have influenza A, after a second day off (not in a row) and a doctor’s appointment this afternoon.
The parts of the quotient that add to the dilemma?
One, my doctor informed me that although the CDC suggests that contagion runs for seven days, a general guide could be considered ‘while feverish’. Actually, some word meaning feverish that I had never heard before that moment, and subsequently have forgotten.
Two, he wrote a prescription for Tamiflu, which he said would knock the bug out in a day or two, which also happens to be another Specialty Tier 4 drug and would cost me sixty bucks, which I don’t have outside of budget at the moment. so I cancelled it.
I still have a fever, and it is a step up from when I was at the office for the appointment.
I cannot miss anymore work without pay, and taking more vacation at this point would seriously short me latter in the year, considering the plant does three forced shut-dons in the second half of the year that would be bad.
The solution?
I popped some ibuprofen to help with the fever through the night. If I still have a fever in the morning, I will not go into work. Getting screwed by a bad job, and by sick co-workers that don’t stay home when ill, doesn’t shift my character to the place where I can return the favor… and I already worked one day this week, thinking it was a cold past the point of spreading…
Independent of tomorrow at work, I will be scare from the world this weekend. I already wisely cancelled plans with a generous couple to take in a concert of classical music; that will hurt a bit, but not as much as playing the role of patient zero…
Ugh.
EDIT: Of curious note, this fever has left me ravenous through the entire thing. I have worked to curb the range of what I ate, but I have eaten shit-tons of stuff that I thought folks with a fever should not likely eat… and without any GI ramifications, except gas, and really, I can live with that…
Of course, I have killed a gallon of rainbow sherbet in three days, and had inhaled the better part of a five pound bag of potatoes, boiled, and with an insane amount of butter, and cilantro and green onions. And my body and brain rejoiced each and every time…
Now, however, I am fretting that the food could be harboring the criminal, as it were, and maybe it would be better to starve myself, but I cannot seem to do it. Also unlike my usual self, I am fighting the process of re-hydrating every step of the way, which is incredibly frustrating…
EDIT V_2: And for the record, this pureed butternut squash soup is heavenly…
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