Well, it was bound to happen. I'd been doing the inward happy dance (it's way more graceful than my outward one) that I hadn't had a bad cold or flu all winter when WHAM, Snotfest hit me right between the eyes. Literally It was the weirdest thing ever. I was perfectly fine at 9:oo PM and by 9:15 I was stuffed up, coughing, wheezing, sneezing and generally felt like I'd been flung under a semi. Twice. Maybe three times.
I figured that if it was the flu, you're supposed to get right in and get Tamiflu so I called the doc from work this morning. The nurse was none too happy that I was at work after I described my symptoms and made me go home to wait for my 2:30 appt. Talk about feeling toxic. I felt bad enough anyway, but then to have a mask strapped on for 2 hours and everyone in the clinic avoiding me like...well....like I have the plague. Sheesh! An exam, chest x-ray and a few puffs on some kind of modern day peace pipe and I was sent home loaded up with Tamiflu, Benedryl, codeine cough medicine and a portable peace pipe of my very own. I am quarantined for the next 48-72 hours until the H1N1 culture comes back. Doc said that he's sent lots of cultures in but all have been negative but I am the first one he's given the Tamiflu to. He patted me on the back and said cheerily, 'You're a contender!' Like I should be happy about it! Swell. Typhoid Molly. Story of my life.
I CANNOT have the 'bad' flu because I spend about 40 minutes holding Sweet William yesterday and if I am responsible for making him sick, I don't know what I'll do. His dad has been really sweet about the whole exposing his brand new son to God-Knows-What thing. He's a newly knighted Physician's Assistant. He even makes house calls and brings chicken soup! I like the way they're training them down at the UW these days!
Anyway, email me, comment me, call me. Ben and I will be here in our hermeticly sealed bubble for the next couple of days at least. With all of the meds, it could be a potentially interesting conversation! Stay healthy everyone!