Sick Again
I just wrote about being hit by the flu while traveling for business. It happened again, this time in Sweden (on the second half of the Europe trip).
Although, I didn't as much get hit by the flu as pummeled, flattened, destroyed.
A sore throat on Tuesday morning, which by mid-afternoon, had transformed into a near death state. I think my co-workers were a bit alarmed when I said, "I feel funny" while waiting for the train, and later, when Tracy asked me if a beer would make me feel better, simply said, "no". All know that if I'm not drinking, something is wrong.
After what seemed like a 3 mile trek to the hotel in the lovely city of Helsingborg, (which later, I discovered was about 3 blocks away), I collapsed in my room, only emerging Friday, 2 1/2 days later. And that was because I was determined to visit H&M (really, seriously, how could I not go to the store in the country from which fabulous clothes come) and buy chocolate. A more minor, albeit important, reason: I had to check out of my hotel and move to our prepaid hotel in Copenhagen. I got it together - sort of - for a weekend in Copenhagen before flying home on Sunday.
It's now the following Friday, and I've only left my house for food, the library (overdue books and it is next door) and yesterday, the doctor's office. I thought that I would make it to the office today, because I actually felt a lot better yesterday afternoon...and then I woke up this morning and realized that I wouldn't be going anywhere.
I think my out of office message sums it up nicely:
I am still sick.Never fear, I am alive and not being held hostage in my house against my will. After visiting the doctor yesterday, I now have some antibiotics and should be back in the office Monday.
I'll spare you the gory details, but thought I should point out that I'm on my third box of Kleenex, I have new cough muscles and my kitchen counter is beginning to look like an apothecary (my new favorite fever induced word).
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