Sunday afternoon and Monday morning I did really feel like I was on the mend, prompting my last post.
But then Monday night I relapsed. My fever came back, along with cold sweats and teeth-chattering chills.
My mother, source of all scary medical stories, told me that she heard that if you were still sick after 7 days you HAD to go to the doctor. She also told me that the people who died from H1N1 bled into their lungs. Thanks mom.
Monday night, my best friend since childhood called, and when I told her about being sick, she asked if I'd been to the doctor yet. I told her that I was going to go on Tuesday because if I didn't, my mom was going to fly down here and drag me to the doctor's. BF told me she was siding with my mom and that I needed to go.
So yesterday, feeling miserable, I went to the doctor. The diagnosis? Secondary sinus infection and bronchitis. The doctor said they were seeing a lot of patients who had started out with the flu but then ended up with something else because their immune systems were down.
I'm on a z-pack of antibiotics, and the doctor promised me that I'd notice a difference within 48 hours.
Lord, I hope he's right. I'm tired of being sick.
And of course, Lily woke up this morning saying that she didn't feel well. When I told her that if she stayed home, she'd have to spend lots of time resting in bed, she pitifully said ok. She's back asleep already. I guess I'll be putting in a call to her doctor today.
The party never ends.