OK, I'm still sick but I'm marginally improved, my status having gone to merely "crap" from the hammered variety.
My throat started feeling funny Sunday night, then felt mildly sore the next two days. Wednesday midday my throat was officially sore, my head was throbbing and my throat was scratchy. By 8:30 Wednesday evening, I was useless. All my bones, muscles and joints ached, and I could feel and hear the congestion in my lungs and sinuses, but my nose never ran. Thursday morning I actually went to work a couple hours, although I was miserable. Thursday night was VERY bad.
Friday morning I woke up with 102.6 degree temp and called my doctor. The useless reception person said they couldn't see me that day, and I asked if they could phone an Rx for Tamiflu to my pharmacy. He took a list of my symptoms, my contact info and the number of my pharm. He told me they wouldn't call in the Rx until after noon. About 1:30 I hadn't heard back from them, so I called the pharmacy to see if it was called in. It hadn't been. I called the doctor's office. Guess what? They close at noon on Friday. Bastard.
So I've been grappling with over-the-counter stuff, trying to find the perfect combination to bend the symptoms to my will, with little success. Tonight I had a bowl of Pho (Vietnamese soup) with an evil amount of Sriracha sauce, et voila! I have at last found a decongestant. At least my head is somewhat clear for the moment.
Anyway, this entire post is pretty much in the vein of whining. I feel like my ribs will snap off at any moment from all the unproductive coughing. I've pulled a couple abdominal muscles. Everything hurts, especially my ears.
Whatever this is, it's some evil stuff. Do all you can to avoid it. Trust me.
I actually told my mother on the phone yesterday "if I die of this stuff, don't you dare let that bastard **** preach my funeral. I'll come back and haunt you." Mom laughed. I was serious.
It's funny how perception slips sideways when you're really sick for several days. I have a clock that projects the time on the ceiling, and I remember waking up at one point in the night and wondering why my clock was now in Japanese characters.
I just hope I'm on the downhill slide. I sure wish I could have had some Tamiflu, though. Sounds like miraculous stuff.