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I have the flu, and it won’t shake.
I have the usual symptoms – congested head and lungs, hacking cough, malaise/aches and guilt. Mercifully there are no GI symptoms. I loathe throwing up.
Like a fool, I continue to go to work – when you are a doctor, calling in sick means the receptionist has to call over 2 dozen people to inform them their appointment is canceled – some of them have been waiting over a month to come in. And they would be told there is no appointment until 8 weeks from now. She’ll get the grunt of their wrath.
So doctors stupidly don’t follow their own recommendations to stay home/get sleep don’t work etc.
Patients tend to be not so needy when their doctor looks visibly ill.
At home I am getting in touch with my inner-Tina. In the movie “Diary of a Mad Housewife” Tina is going bats as she has a household of problems but the worse is her sick spouse. He is needy and continually calls (in a whiny voice) “Tina! Teena ! Teeeeeeeena!” for her to nurse him.
Allegedly the stronger sex, men make horrible patients.
I don’t think antibiotics are indicated; I am taking some cough medication and NSAIDs. They seem to help – temporarily.
I have no desire to eat or drink so I suspect I will loose some weight in this, as is my wont.
Gatorade is the official drink for sick Spos.
