Update: Emergency Medical Hologram sez, after appropriate thumping, prodding and listening, NOT a kidney infection, NOT influenza, NOT lupus (it's never lupus) and NOT [other exotic television-vectored disease]. "Possibly a stomach virus. We'll treat it symptomatically," and wrote me a 'scrip for anti-nausea meds. My temp was 95 degrees fondly Fahrenheit. She also told me to take my temp every couple of hours and if symptoms persist for the next 48, get to a horse pistol. (One of those big French 11mm revolvers?). Or maybe she said "hospital." Words to live by, I think. Apply Tincture of Time to affected area and wait.
Is it weird that Doritos Spicy Sweet Chili chips are on the short list of food (okay, foodlike items) that taste good to me?
The trip to the doc and Tahr-dzhjett about wore me out.
Original Post: I think today had better be the end of my whistling-in-the-dark that my sickness is merely flu. I'm in really quite a lot of pain, no food sits well on my stomach and other than the extreme chills (they're just minor if I am careful to keep warm) and not actually horking past the first night, I'm not any better. Pain -- in my back and tummy -- is getting worse and with it a freaky effect: touching chilly surfaces is painful.
So, I'll have a quick shower (there are few forces more powerful than vanity!) and see if Tam will drive me to doc-in-a-box.
Isn't this fun?
Yeah, I'd say it's high time you sought medical attention.
ReplyDeleteGood luck!
Yes, get to a Doc. Get well.
ReplyDeleteI'll be keeping you in my thoughts.
Josh
Tam got after me when I went back to lay down for "just a few minutes."
ReplyDelete...So, showered and shiny, I need to brush out my hair and will depart.
Grrr. "Tincture of Time" cures most ills, dammit.
Go see doctor, please.
ReplyDeleteTam once identified herself to me (on a matter of small-ring Mauser limitations) as a "nanny."
ReplyDeleteShe was joking, but I still suspect a few nurturing genes in that "prickly disposition," so I'll wager that between her and a doctor you're in pretty good hands. Luck to you.
My limit is two days of feeling like crap before I admit that it's not working.
ReplyDeleteHope you feel better.
Dang! Hie thee hence to an available barber, where you can receive the tender ministrations of bleeding your ill humours and perhaps application of leechcraft.
ReplyDeleteWell, maybe not. Modern meds yes, steampunk docs, not so much.
Hope ya feel better, Roberta. May your meds, rest and a little help from Tam and the cats do wonders for you.
ReplyDeleteWhat'd I tell you? But you probably didn't read your email.
ReplyDeleteYour body's full of nanotechs -- "immune system", it's called -- that can fix you up, but you gotta give 'em a chance to work. Repair parts and materials on hand, a decent working environment, and systems on shutdown or standby where possible, which is to say: food (clear soups and the like, they'll toss it back if it's unsat), warmth, and sleep.
If you're trying to keep the main system on line, all you're doing is forcing the nanotechs to patch around hot circuits; at best you prolong the process, and at worst you break something else. It's what you'd tell the ChEng, and it's what your body's telling you. Follow your own advice, willya?
Regards,
Ric