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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…

I am sick; it seems so often so far this year…

I do not entirely understand it. To me, a flu is: fever, aches, chills. A cold is: sore throat, congestion and, when not tended to, crap moving into the chest…

Monday, I ended the day with chills and shakes, slept through the night, got up and proceeded to call off from work and went back to bed for another five hours of sleep. The aches set in pretty quickly, although I have been having a hard time staying hydrated… Last night was full of a routine: sleep two more hours, get up for one and tire myself out again…

This morning, I went into work. Any fever I may have had was broken, but I still ached like hell. And now, I have something rattling in my chest, but not with much expectorating… Odd thing that. And my sinuses are less stuffing then usual…

Ugh.

I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon.

I am going to bed. I can take huge heaps of pain and shrug it all off, but these relentless aches are my undoing… They never stop and  eventually cut me off from my grounding.

Good night. With luck, tomorrow will be a better day.

*smooch*