I dragged my sick butt to the ER last night. I'm not sure if my physical state really warranted an ER trip but the fact that the clinic was closed today made my decision for me. I had suffered for 5 days already, I didn't think I could do another 2 more. After some blood work and a strep test, it was concluded that I was sick, really really sick. Finally, some validation. I not only have Strep, which I figured, but I also have the Flu and I have a REALLY low RBC count, like really low, nearly needing blood transfusion low. I managed to talk my way out of that with plenty of reassurances that I would see my doctor on Friday and discuss the issue. I'm probably just super anemic, which explains why I've been feeling so crappy, dragging, and tired.
I don't do sick like most people. Don't get me wrong, I'm not super woman, I'm cranky and irritable and pretty much at my wits end, but I don't get fevers. I don't look fantastic but I don't look like I'm on my deathbed either. Both freakin' Doctors that saw me, said "You look fine, the fact that you are just sitting there reading a book leads me to believe that you are fine. It's probably just a little cold with a sore throat. " Every time I swallowed it felt like hot daggers poking into my throat, I know what a sore throat feels like. This is like 9 on the pain scale, this rated up there with giving birth to a 10 pound baby. I didn't have a cold, I knew I didn't have a cold, I didn't know how to express to a Doctorthat sees hypochondriacs every single day that I'm not overreacting, I feel like I'm going to die and I have to "hold it together" because I have two young girls that need me to hold it together and I if I really did what I wanted to do I would be curled up in the corner whimpering but I think it's more appropriate to try to distract myself with a book and at least pretend that I'm not ready to die.
Freakin' Doctor. After all that he gets my labs that he insisted that I didn't need, reads them, is surprised to find that Yes I do indeed have Strep even though he swore I didn't, and that I do indeed have the Flu, that one was news to me, I've never had the Flu before but I knew it was something because I've never had everything hurt so much, and he sees my RBC count and doesn't understand how I'm still up and about with a count so low. "I guess you do look a little pale." and he still looks at me like I'm "faking" it. He then tells me when he had strep throat he couldn't even get up! Good for you, I'm glad you are a giant puss, please don't compare yourself to me! I know he was doing the best he could but I really wanted to call him a Jackass.
I got some penicillin (the most complicated 4 times a day for 10 days penicillin) that I could possibly get prescribed and was on my way as quick as I could. I'm feeling much better this morning, only 12 hours of anti-biotics have worked a little miracle, I've only been on them a handful of times is my life, so I'm always surprised that their speediness in my body. I'm a little irritable because I'm tired and I need to get some rest. I can't because my husband is incapable this morning of expressing anything to the children in any other way but screaming and I'm spending my morning trying to keep everyone from being emotionally scarred for life. I just want to take a nap! So that's where I'm at. Thanks for all your nice comments and well wishes. I'll be back to my perky self in a couple days! Happy New Year!
