That's the sound someone makes when she's diagnosed with H1N1 influenza.
Thank God! Is what she declares when she realizes that she almost drug herself to Christmas Play rehearsal yesterday but finally decided that what with feeling nearly dead it probably wasn't a good idea. She's very glad because she would have somewhat accidentally infected the entire cast and there would have been a lot of ticked off parents.
But back to the oink. It's true. The Rock Star and I have swine flu. TRS* got sick on Friday night and is much better. The doctor thinks he'll make a full recovery without the aid of antibiotics. At this point his only symptoms are a nasty cough and an occasional low grade fever--always lower than 100. (Although it was over 102 on Friday and Saturday night.) I am annoyed though because he's been vaccinated. Of course, according to the doctor, the vaccine doesn't kick in for several weeks. I have not been vaccinated because I do not fall into the itty bitty group of people allowed to get the vaccine here in Utah. He gave me Tamiflu and told me to watch for a deadly rash. Awesome.
I am much better than I was yesterday. Yesterday I literally felt like ripping my head off of my neck just so that I could be rid of the headache. My lower back (maybe my kidneys?) was throbbing and screaming at me the entire day. From about 2:00-6:00 my temperature was just below 103 without ever lowering and I just cannot function with that kind of fever. In yesterday's post I said that I felt horrible at 101.5 and that was before it spiked for the entire afternoon. I slept for two and a half hours in the afternoon and then I slept from 9:00 pm until 8:00 am. Today the fever hasn't gone over 100. This has been incredibly wonderful. Except the cough. The cough is nasty. I feel like every muscle in my back is pulled. It's all very high times.
So. Oink. And now I'm off to take a nap. Thank goodness it's my husband's day off...
*The Rock Star.