Thomas Fletcher (fletch31526) wrote,
Thomas Fletcher
fletch31526

  • Mood:
  • Music:

A Report from the Road to Recovery

For a moment, I thought I was dying.

Thursday evening, I suddenly felt as though my body had run a marathon. Even though our day hadn't been that exciting... every muscle in my body ached. Later that night, I started to feel cold. Freezing cold. By 2 a.m., I was teeth-chattering cold. I was so cold that I wrapped myself in a blanket and put hot packs under my arms and between my legs. Finally, I warmed up enough that I could go to sleep but I was still not well. It was only 55 degrees Friday morning, but I had to drive home with the heat on full blast.

I spent yesterday attempting to sleep in various points throughout my apartment. Unfortunately, a fever, a headache, a neck ache, some nausea and a sore throat kept me from being successful for any significant period of time. Jessie drove up yesterday afternoon and made a Wal-Mart run for me to get many of the supplies neccessary to nurse me back to health. Let it be known... being sick (or, rather, getting well) is expensive. It's taken a little more than 24 hours and three or four types of drugs to do it, but I think I'm starting to feel better.

I've been blessed with a relatively healthy 27 years. I don't get sick all that often, but when I do... I totally takes me out of commission. Rarely is there an inbetween for me. Either an illness isn't enough to slow me down or it puts me on my back. Yesterday was the latter. It hurt to move. It hurt to think. It hurt to think about moving. The biggest problem of all is that my pain was pain I couldn't see.

On St. Patty's Day, I smashed my finger between the cot and the ambulance while loading a patient on a medical run. Depending on how you touch it, that finger still hurts to this day. However, it doesn't bother me because I can see it. I look at it and size up the situation. The pain in my head, neck and thoat, however, is different all together. I can't see it. I can't tell what's wrong by looking at it. For some reason, that drives me insane. I think I could take a smashed finger over a headache any day.
Tags: sick
Subscribe

  • 24 hours later

    I don't know if it was good sleep, but it was hard and much needed. Being up for at least 24 hours was almost a weekly occurrence in college. I ran…

  • I'm not hallucinating... Yet.

    If my math is right (and it might not be), I've had somewhere in the neighborhood of four hours of sleep out of the last 41. I don't think that's a…

  • Ahh... The days of the mini-fridge

    As a wet behind the ears freshman in 1996, I think the idea of having my own refridgerator was among the more appealling aspects of going off to…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments