Saturday, September 11, 2010
Bet you thought I died.
I bet you thought I died from my illness. Noooooo.....although at times I wished I had. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I have no idea if I'm getting better. Sometimes I feel better. Sometimes, not so much. The first time to the doctor: After an examination which the doctor said was "unremarkable" and no fever, even though I had all the symptoms of high fever, he decided it was a virus. (aka, I have no freakin' idea). The second time to the doctor: Fever of 103 and some indication in my urine sample that I had a UTI (even though I had no symptoms of a UTI) they gave me a prescription for Cipro. Just in case. I did tell the doctor that the last time I had slightly elevated bacteria in my urine and they treated me for a UTI "just in case" it was a kidney stone. However, I don't have any symptoms of a kidney stone either and a kidney stone doesn't usually cause the symptoms I do have. So...... Hmmm..... Clueless. I do know that I haven't been able to eat for almost a week. That I have the energy of a very-slow-moving turtle. That I'm exhausted from doing something like sit at my computer writing a post. That sometimes I'm feeling much better. And then I see-saw back to feeling lousy. I missed a whole week of work doing absolutely nothing. I am determined to go back on Monday, even if it kills me. And it just might.