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Yup. What I was downplaying as a heavy, chesty cold (with fever) at the weekend was this morning diagnosed as ... dun-dun-duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun - swine 'flu.
On my BIRTHDAY, and EVERYTHING.
(I say "diagnosed" - the doctor didn't order a test, but she says it's the obvious conclusion.)
More to the point, it's also what the Feaster has had in parallel with me over the past few days, AND it's what the Oyster suddenly came down with yesterday evening. He's currently in the oh-god-wretched phase, while the Feaster and I are definitely over the worst (thank any relevant deities).![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niallm may or may not have had it the week before last. If he didn't, I suppose he'll get it next...
I've had muscle aches and cold symptoms since last week, with an unshakeable headache since about Saturday. My fever spiked on Sunday night, and had more or less abated by Tuesday morning. I spent Monday completely out of it, and Tuesday maybe half there. Today I am up because I have to be, but if I didn't I wouldn't. Niall and K have been running around looking after everybody, because they are made of solid gold.
The Feaster has been physically attached to an adult damn near constantly since Sunday, including seven- or eight-hour feeding sessions each night.
The Oyster is on Tamiflu, but since the Feaster and I are on the mend we're not.
I thought it was quite amusing the way the doctor danced around the actual moment of diagnosis. She first asked if the Oyster had any ongoing health issues, and then she chatted some more about the symptoms, and then put her head on one side and said something really coy, like "had you any feeling yourself about it, or...?" And it was only when I said I assumed I had 'flu of some sort, whether swine or otherwise, that she nodded and said the likelihood was that it was the OMG HORROR OF TEH TERRIFYING OINK ITSELF. Whereupon a dark cloud covered the face of the sun, and a rain of frogs fell from the ceiling of her consulting room, which I thought was pretty tacky, but there you are.
Anyway. We'll be back up and running in due course. Meanwhile, this headache had better go away, or there'll be trouble.
On my BIRTHDAY, and EVERYTHING.
(I say "diagnosed" - the doctor didn't order a test, but she says it's the obvious conclusion.)
More to the point, it's also what the Feaster has had in parallel with me over the past few days, AND it's what the Oyster suddenly came down with yesterday evening. He's currently in the oh-god-wretched phase, while the Feaster and I are definitely over the worst (thank any relevant deities).
niallm may or may not have had it the week before last. If he didn't, I suppose he'll get it next...I've had muscle aches and cold symptoms since last week, with an unshakeable headache since about Saturday. My fever spiked on Sunday night, and had more or less abated by Tuesday morning. I spent Monday completely out of it, and Tuesday maybe half there. Today I am up because I have to be, but if I didn't I wouldn't. Niall and K have been running around looking after everybody, because they are made of solid gold.
The Feaster has been physically attached to an adult damn near constantly since Sunday, including seven- or eight-hour feeding sessions each night.
The Oyster is on Tamiflu, but since the Feaster and I are on the mend we're not.
I thought it was quite amusing the way the doctor danced around the actual moment of diagnosis. She first asked if the Oyster had any ongoing health issues, and then she chatted some more about the symptoms, and then put her head on one side and said something really coy, like "had you any feeling yourself about it, or...?" And it was only when I said I assumed I had 'flu of some sort, whether swine or otherwise, that she nodded and said the likelihood was that it was the OMG HORROR OF TEH TERRIFYING OINK ITSELF. Whereupon a dark cloud covered the face of the sun, and a rain of frogs fell from the ceiling of her consulting room, which I thought was pretty tacky, but there you are.
Anyway. We'll be back up and running in due course. Meanwhile, this headache had better go away, or there'll be trouble.
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And belated happy birthday!
Your doctor's attitude is a bit odd, it's not like it's some kind of DIAGNOSIS OF SHAME, is it? She sounds like someone telling a patient they've contracted a Social Disease, perhaps in the 1950s.
I am going to ask my GP about the vaccine when I go for my blood pressure/jar of wee check tomorrow, given that I am very very pregnant and have a tendency to wheezy chest.
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I don't know what the coyness was about. It was more ... Antiques Roadshow than gonorrhea, though, if you see what I mean. "So ... what disease would you say you have? Hmm? Well, I can tell you, madam, you'll want to be thinking in terms of ... swine 'flu!"
Honestly, I'd say she was trying not to shock us by telling us straight out we have That Thing Off The Radio Which Is Going To Be The Death Of Us All, or similar. Still weird, mind you!
I want to say ... good luck with getting the vaccine, but that doesn't seem quite right! Hope it all goes entirely smoothly, anyway.
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