Be prepared, this post will end up sounding like a monumental whine, but I've been held captive for three days with only Dr. Phil and 80's sit-coms for company. You do the math. Tends to enhance my grumpier attributes.
I called today for my test results and were told that they can take up to a week. WTF!Doc told me that they would be back today. It's a moot point because I'm still sick so I'd have to stay home anyway, but there's something about this mandatory incarceration that offends my delicate sensibilities! Everyone has told me that I should be having fun knitting and spinning and basketing during my confinement. I would hate to see the work I'd put out in my Benydryl, Codeine induced haze. Besides, I am busy enough shoving my lungs back in after I hack them up every five minutes. Sheesh.
I suspect that it's not Flu-us Porcinicus and just the general Flu-us Pain-in-the-assi-cus but it's taking it's sweet old time letting go. Friend Gail did make me smile (and induced a coughing fit) by asking my how my 'Hamthrax' was. I'm starting to get my sense of humor about the whole thing back so I guess I must be getting better. A little. Slowly. It goes without saying, but I will anyway, that I'm not the most patient patient on the ward!
Anyway, today's agenda is to take a shower, scrub the mittens off my teeth, and put on real clothes. I caught sight of Ben giving me 'the look' as he tried to stay downwind this morning. And he likes the smell of poo and dead things so it must be bad. That is one advantage of this plague I guess ; a non-working nose! Stay well everybody!
Update! Doc called and said it's the flu sho nuff, but not the swine flu. Still have to stay down until the Tamiflu is gone (Sat. night) but I'll be back to work bright eyed and NOT CURLY tailed on Monday! Yay!