Its been a long week; and it’s been spent mostly in bed.
It all started last weekend, after a few too many bottles of Jack Daniels. I woke up feeling rougher than normal, and decided it must be something to do with the drink. Of course the drink had something to with it, and I was not really alive for most of the day.
Monday morning, was just as bad, but against better judgement, I dragged my sorry ass off to work with what seemed like the mother of all hangovers. Not being one to miss a great day in the office (surprisingly, this is exactly how I think), I spent the day there feeling like sombody was walking on my back wearing high heels - but in a bad way.
I remember leaving before 19:00, telling people not to expect me in on Tuseday, as by this time, I was truly feeling worse for wear. It was a good thing too. I drove home, and nearly crashed on the way across a hump-backed-bridge.
I went to sleep and woke up again every 10 minutes for about 5 hours. Mix in some hallucinations, a twist of fever and still, this large person walking on my back, and you have an idea how I felt.
By Tuesday morning, I felt worse than ever, and concluded that I must be having a bout of the flu (which even I thought was weird, considering that it is the middle of summer). I stayed at home, and thought that if I were to get lots of rest, I would be better by wednesday.
Bring on Wednesday, feeling even worse, but this time my throat had swelled up to twice its normal (and by normal, I mean rather gargantuan) size.
There is only so much daytime TV a workaholic like me can take - I can also only watch my DVD’s so many times, so I called NHS Direct. Wow, these guys were great, and more importantly, they told me that the hallucinations were normal (because by now, i’m starting to get freaked out by the mini Adolf Hitlers that are running towards me).
Given the directions from the NHS, two Paracetemol every four hours, whilst two Ibuprofen every four hours too. Do this so the gap between them was two hours. This should help. It did help, but not much - swallowing was still a problem.
In the end I gave in. I hate visiting the Doctor, but given my current condition, I had no other choice. I booked an appointment for Thursday at 10:10, and off I went.
I got there at 10:00 on the dot, and waited, it turned out they were dealing with an emergency, and the Doctor was busy - I had no other choice but to wait (with the feeling of sombody now wearing big brutal saftey shoes walking along my back) until 12:25 for my appointment.
How many times can you read National Geographic magazine, and pretend to be interested in the plight of the Monkeys?
I finally arrived in to see the Doctor, and before she had chance to warn me, she stuck a tube in my ear - oh the pain and the humanity of it. Bugger me sideways. I think we found the problem; I had got an ear infection. And didn’t I know it.
Antibiotics seemed to fix it, and fix it well. It’s bank holiday Monday today, and I’m back in the office catching up on a lost weeks work.
My thanks go out though to the Doctors, and the nice Lady at NHS direct.
/me better 