Thursday, September 13, 2007
Hello illness, my old friend...
I didn't go to work yesterday. When I woke up and tried to get out of bed, the room started spinning around me. (Not literally. We do not get that many cyclones in Birmingham.) When I eventually did manage to get up, I went to the toilet, went downstairs and had some breakfast. I then checked out the palpitations in my chest, the fact that I was very hot and sweaty and felt like I was going to be sick, and the fact that everything was very bright and hurt my eyes. Then I went back to bed.
Things did get better during the day. A little bit better.
I went to work today and lasted until lunchtime. Lorraine sent me home on the proviso that, as I couldn't get a Doctor's appointment, I ring NHS Direct for advice and that I would be honest with them. (I hate talking to real life flesh and blood people about being ill. I know. I do it all the time, here, but you lot don't count.)
I did ring NHS Direct. I was honest. The palpitations have stopped, but I have a permanent sickly feeling in my chest. My head is cloudy, but the room is no longer spinning around me. I have no appetite. I am going to the toilet a lot. I have tried to be sick twice, but nothing is coming up, probably because I have eaten very little since last night.
The very nice nurse (I imagined her as Kate Winslet in a nurses outfit) on the phone assured me that I am not going to die, although she suggested that I see a Doctor as soon as I can. I will be going tomorrow morning, first thing.
What is this nonsense? It seems that lately I am always ill. What is causing this? I need to know and I need to make it stop. Stomach bug? Viral infection? Flu? Food poisoning? Mid-life crisis? Concern that David Tennant might be leaving "Doctor Who"? Your guess is as good as mine.
I am just bored with it. That is all.
Oh, well. To look on the bright side. I was such a martyr at work this morning, absolutely nobody is expecting me to be in tomorrow. It hasn't stopped me from feeling guilty about it, though. I am not a skiver and I do not like take the piss with time off.
I didn't go to work yesterday. When I woke up and tried to get out of bed, the room started spinning around me. (Not literally. We do not get that many cyclones in Birmingham.) When I eventually did manage to get up, I went to the toilet, went downstairs and had some breakfast. I then checked out the palpitations in my chest, the fact that I was very hot and sweaty and felt like I was going to be sick, and the fact that everything was very bright and hurt my eyes. Then I went back to bed.
Things did get better during the day. A little bit better.
I went to work today and lasted until lunchtime. Lorraine sent me home on the proviso that, as I couldn't get a Doctor's appointment, I ring NHS Direct for advice and that I would be honest with them. (I hate talking to real life flesh and blood people about being ill. I know. I do it all the time, here, but you lot don't count.)
I did ring NHS Direct. I was honest. The palpitations have stopped, but I have a permanent sickly feeling in my chest. My head is cloudy, but the room is no longer spinning around me. I have no appetite. I am going to the toilet a lot. I have tried to be sick twice, but nothing is coming up, probably because I have eaten very little since last night.
The very nice nurse (I imagined her as Kate Winslet in a nurses outfit) on the phone assured me that I am not going to die, although she suggested that I see a Doctor as soon as I can. I will be going tomorrow morning, first thing.
What is this nonsense? It seems that lately I am always ill. What is causing this? I need to know and I need to make it stop. Stomach bug? Viral infection? Flu? Food poisoning? Mid-life crisis? Concern that David Tennant might be leaving "Doctor Who"? Your guess is as good as mine.
I am just bored with it. That is all.
Oh, well. To look on the bright side. I was such a martyr at work this morning, absolutely nobody is expecting me to be in tomorrow. It hasn't stopped me from feeling guilty about it, though. I am not a skiver and I do not like take the piss with time off.
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# posted by Pynchon @ 3:42 pm 
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Yeah... get better soon. And figure out why you keep getting ill. It can't be fun. Eat more fruit and veg!
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