Thanks, guys.
I woke up again at about quarter after six last night, went into the bathroom and took my temperature -- 100.7. Then when I stood up to go back to bed, I greyed out and found myself face down on the bathroom floor after kind of abstractedly noticing that I was kind of falling and hitting things. A second try to get back to bed was a bit more successful, and I stayed there until Peg got home.
With the help of her mother, who only lives about five minutes away, we got to the urgent care facility we use when we can't get appointments with our regular GP. Peg's apparently still coping with her sinus infection -- even though she's been through the complete antibiotic regimen the first time, it's still hanging on, and the doctor gave her another ten days of a different antibiotic to try to nail it down.
Me? Well, whatever it is, it's not Peg's stomach bug, and it's not a bacterial infection. I had a battery of tests done to figure out just what the hell it is, and all the doctor could do is eliminate stuff until he said, basically, "unless something changes, it's got to be a virus, so just take ibuprofen and lots of fluids, and get at least a couple days of complete rest."
So I'm home from work again, and will be at least until Friday.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
I woke up again at about quarter after six last night, went into the bathroom and took my temperature -- 100.7. Then when I stood up to go back to bed, I greyed out and found myself face down on the bathroom floor after kind of abstractedly noticing that I was kind of falling and hitting things. A second try to get back to bed was a bit more successful, and I stayed there until Peg got home.
With the help of her mother, who only lives about five minutes away, we got to the urgent care facility we use when we can't get appointments with our regular GP. Peg's apparently still coping with her sinus infection -- even though she's been through the complete antibiotic regimen the first time, it's still hanging on, and the doctor gave her another ten days of a different antibiotic to try to nail it down.
Me? Well, whatever it is, it's not Peg's stomach bug, and it's not a bacterial infection. I had a battery of tests done to figure out just what the hell it is, and all the doctor could do is eliminate stuff until he said, basically, "unless something changes, it's got to be a virus, so just take ibuprofen and lots of fluids, and get at least a couple days of complete rest."
So I'm home from work again, and will be at least until Friday.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.