Ok so the last several days...weeks. I have had the stomach flu/virus...got over it, to have the UTI (bladder) infection, followed by another really awful stomach flu.
I hate, hate to call in sick for work. I had to call in a day about a month ago when the first virus hit. I worked through the UTI infection. I finished my antibiotic for the UTI on Thurs, but still did not feel quite right. I figured I'd give it the weekend, and some more cranberry juice, and on Monday(my day off) I would get my pee checked again. Unfortunately, my body had a different plan. I started feeling pretty crappy mid-way through my shift on Sat. I got home at about 11:30pm as I walked in to the bed room told hubby I felt like crap...I did not pass go, and headed straight for the head...need I say more?
The puking continued through the night. I thought, "I don't have to work until 2:00pm...if I just sleep until right before work I will be able to rest and stick it out". I did go to work, on time...with a great hope I would just make it 8 hours. It was rough, but the 1st hour went OK, I thought..".maybe I just need to keep moving. If I move I can work it out of my system". The second hour was worse, but I was still gonna try and power through it. AND then, I was to be in the ER. "OK", I thought, "I love the ER, I love the madness, it will take my mind of the fact that I soooo need to puke, and go to bed". I with my cart loaded, headed down to the ER with determination, I got 50 feet, and my body said, "SIT YOUR ASS DOWN'! I felt faint, I turned my cart around, got back to the lab, and had to admit defeat to my dispatcher. I hated to say I had to go home.
I went home. I crawled into bed. I requested the puke bucket from my hubby, because sadly, even at 41 the 20 feet to the master bathroom toilet was too far.I felt like, what, " Am I like 10yrs old with the puke bucket? I slept, puked, sweated, and repeat, the rest of Sunday night, and ALL day Monday (I was off on Monday), into Tuesday. I had to work on Tues at 2:00pm. I felt weak, but a bit better. I took a shower, then rested, got dressed, then rested. Then when to work. I guess I felt better at home, because I really hadn't moved all that much. Hey, Guess what? Apparently laying in bed is easier than running around a hospital...DUH!!! I think I made it almost 45mins at work. I was so weak, and so stupid for having gone to work. I was up on the floors doing draws, I could barely focus. It was the point where I the sounds got less, my vision went away, and the sweat started pouring off my face. At that moment, I new I was going down. I was like, "God PLEASE just help me get back to the lab". It was 2 elevator rides, and a walk away...It would usually take 5 mins...it seemed like an eternity, just to say conscience. I swiped my badge to get into the lab..."SAFE" I thought, although I could barely breath enough to explain how sick I really was.
I spoke to my boss, she said to, "GO HOME!!!" She had my girl scout cookies for me, and I was thinking crap I don't think I have change. I panted, "Do you have change for a $20.00"? She was like, "Just go home, I am not worried that you will pay me". The ride home was rough. I felt the same when I pulled into the garage, as I did when I got back to the lab..."SAFE"!!!
Back in bed. I thought, I sent the kids to the store to get me Gatorade. I tried to drink it in small sips..nada, my throne awaited. I was scheduled to work the next day. I sadly, defeated, called in many hours before my shift. I went to my local Urgent Care. I probably should have just checked myself into my own ER on Tuesday, but I just wanted to get home, and go to bed. Eh, hindsight...right.
SO, I finally decide, this frickin virus needs help. I go to my local Urgent Care, which is like 3 miles away, and try to get help. Now, I know what I need is, IV fluid, and anti-nausea meds, and to check on the stupid UTI issue. The nurse was great. I explained to her that I have pretty much felt like crap for a month, I know what is wrong..blah, blah. blah...she gets it. I also told her that I had just completed a antibiotic course for the UTI, but was not sure it was gone. So we also did a urine test.
SO Dr. Dick shows up, all full of attitude, not sure if it is because he is stuck in the Waterford small office, or WTF his issue is. I have said in my blog that I won't use names, I almost might in this case. If you live near me, ask me, and I will share.
So Dr. Dick, examines me, and comments..."WELL...it's a virus...all I can do for you is give you IV fluids, and anti-nausea meds". "GREAT...sign me up..that is what I need"! I proceeded to ask about the UTI. Jackass said, "Well your urine looked fine". No it didn't. Duh I work in a lab. He then asked me why I thought my UTI was not gone. He said, "Do you have pain"? I said, "Yes, Everwhere"! He said, "Does it burn when you pee"? I said, "NO"! He said, "Why then do you think you still have a UTI"? At this point, if I would have had the stregnth, I would have slapped the 28yr old working in Waterford Jackass with a MD.
My response was this, " Well Dr. I am 41 year old woman, I have had 2 children, and lived through more than enough illness. As a women, we KNOW, when we have a UTI...pretty much from the first moment. We also know what it takes to fix it. ANTIBIOTICS, and sometimes more than one course. So, this Doogie Houser, comes back to me long about the point of my last bag, of IV fluids is done,and says..."Well,..it does appear that you do have some "issues" going on with your UTI". I said," OK, what"? Well, he said, " You do have White Blood Cells in there". Just so those of you who don't know, there should NEVER be any of those. I asked to see the rest of the report, he held it close to his chest.
He said, "WElllll....maybe you might want to do another antibiotic, BUT...you don't have to" He actually, tried to convience me that it might be bad for my body to do another antibiotic. NOW, I totally, agree that for the common cold, and viruses, that you can only treat them ( like the IV fluid, and anti-nausea), BUT when it is bacterial...your body cannot fix that alone. So NOW this jack ass, who has been nothing but an ass to me is lying to me to try and cover his ass, for being an ass and not listenting in the first place...PLEASE. I said, give me the antibiotic,and I will be on my way.
Oh wait, it gets better. SO, clearly,although I had gotten some fluids, and don't feel the need to puck at the moment, I also have had not much sleep. I dropped off the RX at our VERY recently opened Walgreens in Waterford (glad for that), I got home to were hubby was. He, had asked me eariler if I wanted him to meet me at Urgent Care. I told him no. I thought there was no point..So he went home, and got dinner. So, when I got home, I asked him if he could go get my RX in a bit he said, "Of course". He asked, what the Dr perscribed. I told him, "bactrum...I think". My DH is like you are so allergic to that...WTF. I said, "IDK I know it is my file, I felt so crappy I really didn't look". So the Jag of Dr. on top of being a major jackass, did not even bother to look at my file. I know that it was my responsibility to look at what he perscribed, but when you are sick ya just want to feel better, and trust those that have your medical files on hand.
Thank God for Hubby, I was able to call the Urgent Care, and the corrected the antibiotic.
Sometimes, it so hard to admit defeat.....But sometimes better to retreat, and later fight again.
I hate, hate to call in sick for work. I had to call in a day about a month ago when the first virus hit. I worked through the UTI infection. I finished my antibiotic for the UTI on Thurs, but still did not feel quite right. I figured I'd give it the weekend, and some more cranberry juice, and on Monday(my day off) I would get my pee checked again. Unfortunately, my body had a different plan. I started feeling pretty crappy mid-way through my shift on Sat. I got home at about 11:30pm as I walked in to the bed room told hubby I felt like crap...I did not pass go, and headed straight for the head...need I say more?
The puking continued through the night. I thought, "I don't have to work until 2:00pm...if I just sleep until right before work I will be able to rest and stick it out". I did go to work, on time...with a great hope I would just make it 8 hours. It was rough, but the 1st hour went OK, I thought..".maybe I just need to keep moving. If I move I can work it out of my system". The second hour was worse, but I was still gonna try and power through it. AND then, I was to be in the ER. "OK", I thought, "I love the ER, I love the madness, it will take my mind of the fact that I soooo need to puke, and go to bed". I with my cart loaded, headed down to the ER with determination, I got 50 feet, and my body said, "SIT YOUR ASS DOWN'! I felt faint, I turned my cart around, got back to the lab, and had to admit defeat to my dispatcher. I hated to say I had to go home.
I went home. I crawled into bed. I requested the puke bucket from my hubby, because sadly, even at 41 the 20 feet to the master bathroom toilet was too far.I felt like, what, " Am I like 10yrs old with the puke bucket? I slept, puked, sweated, and repeat, the rest of Sunday night, and ALL day Monday (I was off on Monday), into Tuesday. I had to work on Tues at 2:00pm. I felt weak, but a bit better. I took a shower, then rested, got dressed, then rested. Then when to work. I guess I felt better at home, because I really hadn't moved all that much. Hey, Guess what? Apparently laying in bed is easier than running around a hospital...DUH!!! I think I made it almost 45mins at work. I was so weak, and so stupid for having gone to work. I was up on the floors doing draws, I could barely focus. It was the point where I the sounds got less, my vision went away, and the sweat started pouring off my face. At that moment, I new I was going down. I was like, "God PLEASE just help me get back to the lab". It was 2 elevator rides, and a walk away...It would usually take 5 mins...it seemed like an eternity, just to say conscience. I swiped my badge to get into the lab..."SAFE" I thought, although I could barely breath enough to explain how sick I really was.
I spoke to my boss, she said to, "GO HOME!!!" She had my girl scout cookies for me, and I was thinking crap I don't think I have change. I panted, "Do you have change for a $20.00"? She was like, "Just go home, I am not worried that you will pay me". The ride home was rough. I felt the same when I pulled into the garage, as I did when I got back to the lab..."SAFE"!!!
Back in bed. I thought, I sent the kids to the store to get me Gatorade. I tried to drink it in small sips..nada, my throne awaited. I was scheduled to work the next day. I sadly, defeated, called in many hours before my shift. I went to my local Urgent Care. I probably should have just checked myself into my own ER on Tuesday, but I just wanted to get home, and go to bed. Eh, hindsight...right.
SO, I finally decide, this frickin virus needs help. I go to my local Urgent Care, which is like 3 miles away, and try to get help. Now, I know what I need is, IV fluid, and anti-nausea meds, and to check on the stupid UTI issue. The nurse was great. I explained to her that I have pretty much felt like crap for a month, I know what is wrong..blah, blah. blah...she gets it. I also told her that I had just completed a antibiotic course for the UTI, but was not sure it was gone. So we also did a urine test.
SO Dr. Dick shows up, all full of attitude, not sure if it is because he is stuck in the Waterford small office, or WTF his issue is. I have said in my blog that I won't use names, I almost might in this case. If you live near me, ask me, and I will share.
So Dr. Dick, examines me, and comments..."WELL...it's a virus...all I can do for you is give you IV fluids, and anti-nausea meds". "GREAT...sign me up..that is what I need"! I proceeded to ask about the UTI. Jackass said, "Well your urine looked fine". No it didn't. Duh I work in a lab. He then asked me why I thought my UTI was not gone. He said, "Do you have pain"? I said, "Yes, Everwhere"! He said, "Does it burn when you pee"? I said, "NO"! He said, "Why then do you think you still have a UTI"? At this point, if I would have had the stregnth, I would have slapped the 28yr old working in Waterford Jackass with a MD.
My response was this, " Well Dr. I am 41 year old woman, I have had 2 children, and lived through more than enough illness. As a women, we KNOW, when we have a UTI...pretty much from the first moment. We also know what it takes to fix it. ANTIBIOTICS, and sometimes more than one course. So, this Doogie Houser, comes back to me long about the point of my last bag, of IV fluids is done,and says..."Well,..it does appear that you do have some "issues" going on with your UTI". I said," OK, what"? Well, he said, " You do have White Blood Cells in there". Just so those of you who don't know, there should NEVER be any of those. I asked to see the rest of the report, he held it close to his chest.
He said, "WElllll....maybe you might want to do another antibiotic, BUT...you don't have to" He actually, tried to convience me that it might be bad for my body to do another antibiotic. NOW, I totally, agree that for the common cold, and viruses, that you can only treat them ( like the IV fluid, and anti-nausea), BUT when it is bacterial...your body cannot fix that alone. So NOW this jack ass, who has been nothing but an ass to me is lying to me to try and cover his ass, for being an ass and not listenting in the first place...PLEASE. I said, give me the antibiotic,and I will be on my way.
Oh wait, it gets better. SO, clearly,although I had gotten some fluids, and don't feel the need to puck at the moment, I also have had not much sleep. I dropped off the RX at our VERY recently opened Walgreens in Waterford (glad for that), I got home to were hubby was. He, had asked me eariler if I wanted him to meet me at Urgent Care. I told him no. I thought there was no point..So he went home, and got dinner. So, when I got home, I asked him if he could go get my RX in a bit he said, "Of course". He asked, what the Dr perscribed. I told him, "bactrum...I think". My DH is like you are so allergic to that...WTF. I said, "IDK I know it is my file, I felt so crappy I really didn't look". So the Jag of Dr. on top of being a major jackass, did not even bother to look at my file. I know that it was my responsibility to look at what he perscribed, but when you are sick ya just want to feel better, and trust those that have your medical files on hand.
Thank God for Hubby, I was able to call the Urgent Care, and the corrected the antibiotic.
Sometimes, it so hard to admit defeat.....But sometimes better to retreat, and later fight again.
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