This marks day 5 of lying in bed feeling terrible. On Friday morning, my father-in-law flew back home, leaving us with the "cold" he had acquired (most likely aboard the Delta flight out here). All weekend, we seemed to get worse and our fevers were between 102 and 103 for 48 hours, and that's with Tylenol. We were sneezing, coughing, aching, and feeling generally miserable. First thing Monday morning, we called the doctor's office, but he was booked solid. We were offered an appointment within the hour to see a new doctor to the practice, and we joyfully booked it.
At the office, we donned surgical masks to protect others from our creeping crud. In 2 minutes of talking to us, the doctor dashed out of the room and returned wearing a heavy-duty surgical mask of his own. He thought we might have swine flu! There's no way we had swine flu. We had none of the GI problems listed as symptoms, we only had colds...and fevers. The doctor used a nasal swab to test for H1N1 and whisked the samples down the hall to the lab. He excused himself, saying the test took 15 minutes to develop, and shut the door. At which time, we jokingly took this picture because we looked dorky and that silly doctor thought we had swine flu.
In literally less than 2 minutes, the door opened and the doctor said the test was positive. The quickest he'd ever seen, suggesting it was very strongly present. Whaaat??? So we had a very hurried discussion as I think he just wanted to be anywhere but in the office with us, and we were prodded out the door, Tamiflu prescriptions in-hand.
At the pharmacy, masks still on, people stared and took a step back. People weren't sure if we were sick and trying not to spread our germs, or if we were germophobic and trying to avoid getting something from someone else. Either way, wearing a mask significantly reduces your wait time, FYI. That'll be ready in just a moment...1,2,3, DONE!!! And home we went.
We're still in bed and it's Wednesday. We don't feel much better at all, except our fevers are now hovering at 100. Our throats are on fire, and we still feel weak, but that Tamiflu, if it's doing anything, is being very stealth. We hadn't slept well since the beginning because the cough is so persistent. We asked the doctor to call in something for the coughing yesterday, and I popped into the Target pharmacy through the garden center to minimize exposure to others. He gave us some narcotic cough syrup and last night, we slept almost 12 hours. It felt great! The vaporizer is misting us with warm, camphor-scented air, and we are hoping to feel better soon.
Wash your hands often, and hide from anyone who has a cough. They're out of the Tamiflu for children, and the elderly seem to be immune which is very good. The doctor hypothesized that my father-in-law had a very mild case, but because of his age, was not as susceptible to symptoms as younger people are. He's feeling much better now.