I enjoyed Friday evening at the ER with a high tempature. Or rather a series of high tempatures about 4 days running. It wasn't my fault or my idea but good ole MrD was more than a little fed up with my practically immobile sick butt, the 104.whatever (yes my thermometer has a 'whatever' option) and the fact I was vomiting.
Fine.
I felt like death warmed over. I naively thought I understood that feeling based on prior puny 24-48 hour bugs. Oye I was mistaken.
After 6 hours of hanging out with my good friends in the Sacred Heart ER department (read sleeping and mumbling in responses to whatever they could think of doing) I was preliminarily diagnosed with Hepatitis A.
How does that happen? Or at least that's what I was asking myself internally cause of course the doctor TOLD me how. HepA is contracted when you eat food handled by someone with fecal matter on their hands. Ew! EWWWWWWW. Even ew'er, yes "ew'er", is the fact that I could've contracted them from any manner of restaurants or eateries in the past 2 to 10 weeks. I think I might just develop a phobia.
The cure to this little disease? Rest and at the moment not much food. I have successfully lost 15 lbs in the past week. Seriously? And since I currently have the eating and sleep habits of a small child I'll probably hit 20 before it levels off. This may sound a little odd but no, this has never been my kind of diet. I always eat and I don't nap. The fact that being awake more than 3 hours brings on a 2-3 hour nap or the fact that food makes me nauseous is as anti-Darla as I can get. It's taken me 10 days to be able to operate a keyboard without vomiting. Grrr.
And if it hasn't already been mentioned NO WORK. I haven't been at work in over a week and it'll probably be at least another week home before they let me ready to the land of the living. This is a first for me. Since I've never really had any sort of delayed work issue like this or say a pregnancy I am feeling a bit useless for once. I barely have the energy to shower in the morning. Cooking, standing, walking, talking for more than 10 minutes on the phone .... all nausea inducing a very bad idea.
Maybe tomorrow I'll dig up enough energy to see what other unlucky blogger has managed to procure my little illness. At the moment I just want to get better and not give it to ANYONE. I feel horrible enough that I managed to completely worry ALL my friends and family and nearly send my poor twin into hysterics because I wasn't able to functionally communicate with anyone for about 5 straight days that included my first ER visit in over 20 years that didn't involve stitches.
So voila here I am alive and kicking. Maybe this week my blog should highlight all the obnoxiously odd television shows I've found like "Whatever! Martha!" and "What the Hell are You Eating CouchPotato??".
