So it’s been a while since I’ve graced this page with my words. Over a month, I believe. It’s been a really busy, long month though. So a recap.
Vacation down south went well. It seemed to take forever to get there, and twice as long to get home. Got to play with the kids. See baseball games for two of them. Spend quality Spiderman time with the third. Broke my shoe in the local Target. Spent a lot of money at the little village we went to on cute little glass creatures. It was good.
Came back and started getting swamped at work. Hannah was away on vacation for 3 weeks when I got back, so we were short staffed. It got better though. That Friday evening, I started running a fever of about 102F. And so it began.
My parents were coming up to visit on the weekend, so I called mom and told her I wasn’t feeling great. They called me Saturday morning and I was still in bed and all “Hmm okay yeah I feel better and my fever is gone” except when I got out of bed… my fever took off again. At that point I wasn’t feeling that bad… Just really really hot which is not a good thing in the middle of a heat-wave.
We went and saw Indy at the movie theatre that’s shaped like a space ship. It always makes me giggle. And I’d said that I’d wanted to make a trip to Costco, so we did that too before dropping me back off. The entire time I was giddy. Which likely had to do with the fact that my brain was baking a little and the meds I was taking weren’t really doing anything for it.
Monday comes along and I know I need to go into work. I’m still feeling like death really warmed over, but we’re short staffed regularly on Mondays (Usually just me and Hannah) so… yeah. I went in. I survived.
Tuesday I woke up feeling a little better. Still feverish. And still really really tired. But it didn’t last. On the way to the subway I started feeling queasy and sick and just plain bad. I ended up taking a five minute timeout on the subway steps (ew) while I waited for the train to come and the dizzies to settle down. I seriously debated going home instead of to work. But… I’m stupid and I went to work instead. Only to find out that the other full-time called in sick with the stomach flu. I could’ve died.
Next day, I came in simply because I’d made the plan to go to the walk-in clinic. Overnight I’d broken out in this rash that itched like crazy, all down both my arms and a little on my chest. Luckily it looked like I got a little too much sun and not one of those freaky red rashes.
So when Paul called in sick again, I asked my boss if I could take some time and go over to the clinic to get checked out. I ended up going to the walk-in at the right time and it wasn’t busy. I’ll admit that I was a little worried that I had the measles, since I work in the area of the outbreak, some of the symptoms fit and I’m of the age where I could possibly of not received my second vaccination.
The doctor looks me over, does a throat culture and says that it’s likely nothing but a cold. She is about to dismiss me when I ask about the rash on my arms. She said that she thought it was a sunburn and asked when the last time I was in the sun was (which was quite a while ago for such a sudden red) and suddenly she was concerned with a bunch of questions. And an insistence on blood work being done.
The nurse who did the blood work was the sweetest, gentlest woman ever. I have tricky veins and they don’t like giving blood. And there were almost a dozen of little vials to be filled! That’s a lot of my blood!
Anyway, the doc said that it would take 24 hours for me to get results of my bloodwork (which turned out to be incredibly far from the truth) and that they’d let me know whether to get the prescription filled for antibiotics or not.
So 24 hours goes by… nothing… and Friday’s half over and I’m like… where’s my phone call? So I went back to the clinic and asked. And the nurse said that not all my workup was back yet, but the throat culture came back negative so to just toss the prescription. I headed home and held onto it to shred on Monday.
Monday at work was really busy, so I never got around to shredding the prescription. And around 5pm, my phone rings and it’s the same nurse who told me to shred the prescription, saying that my blood had tested positive for the strep bacteria and that I should get my prescription filled. She insisted that I make sure I take all the pills (penicillin) to make sure that the bacteria didn’t get into my brain (her words, not mine)
So I’m like, okay, I guess that’s what I have? But the end of the week before and over the weekend, my joints started to kill. Oh my god it had not been that painful since I’d broken my thumb. I could barely move my fingers, toes and wrists. Then early into the next week it moved to my hip and I could barely move from sitting to standing, or walk. A trip to the bathroom could easily take 25 minutes just getting there and sitting down! Embarrassing.
My mom, dad and I were talking though, how there was an outbreak of the Parvovirus B19 going around back home. And, although I have little contact to people back home besides my immediate family, the symptoms I had fit. Especially the painful swollen joints and the lovely red rash.
So I get to work this Monday (16th) and there’s a message on my voicemail saying for me to call the clinic as soon as possible. So I call and the nurse tells me that the doc needs to see me today, as soon as possible. So of course I get all nervous and worried and yeah. So I head over, let them know I’m there, and wait for my turn.
When I get called in, the doctor lets me know that almost all my blood work from the 4th is in. Except for the measles test. But she says to me “Your blood test for the Parvovirus B19 has come back positive”. So there you go. Mom and dad were right. Because of the bacterial infection, the doctor says that it’ll likely take a hell of a lot longer for the virus to work its way through my system. So I’m supposed to be prepared for this pain to last at least a month, and more likely an extra one on top of that.
So… I’ve been up to very little recently. The joint pain tends to wander. And once it’s wandered, it’ll stay where it is for a few days before wandering to a new place. Right now it’s settled in my shoulders and neck. It’s been there a few days and, quite frankly, I can’t wait for it to move on. Some days are better than others. Some nights are better than others.
July is coming up and that’s mini vacation month. I’m excited and I hope to get to the cottage soon. Although it’s still not open and the boat’s not even in the water. The weather hasn’t been the greatest. We had one week of summer weather and now it seems that we’re back to early spring weather.
But alas it’s time for me to shut up. Head home and curl up under the blanket on the couch and be my (now) regular self.