I'm a boy [yes, that's how we can define - being neither a boy of 14 years or an 44 year old Thai boxer ...] that does not do things by half.
Influenza A is becoming so commonplace ...
I have not had much trouble to catch it:
Day: I'm
KO, got up to take my Medoc and take water.
Change clothes when I'm wet. The breakfast
still happening. The Lunch is laborious. The dinner is a nightmare ...
I can not hold a phone conversation, I have shortness of breath. Wednesday night to Thursday
I'm so bad at one point that I wonder whether it would be unwise to call the ambulance ...
[Nan because Ventolin is good but it has its limitations.]
overnight Thursday to Friday:
is the third night, I'm in full doses and a constant fever untenable for 2 / 3 of the time ...
Reveille 2:30, Medoc ... After two hours watching the ceiling and drink water, yet a degree of decline.
"When in doubt, see again"
I call the secretariat of the House Doctor for an appointment: 16H Friday.
Meanwhile, at 5am, I look at my iPhone [Heck yeah, nothing to fuck] episodes of "Once Upon a Time Life".
And in English - as I do not speak - please!
[This shows how the fever was high!]
I tell myself that my immune system [ptits white snowmen] must be particularly overwhelmed here ...
Friday - 16H:
I enter the room. I feel it is a bit frustrated to see me as soon ...
"- It does not get better?"
"- Uh, no, not the masses ..."
Explanations, further review and verdict: "- Well, she's gone a little live your flu there ..."
"- Really?"
"- Most people have the flu and then it all ... You, you make a secondary bacterial infection at the same time. We must act quickly, otherwise we will lose control and it will last. "
" - Fun ... I did well to come. "
[...] And we continue what I had, we extend the same and it adds a well-dosed antibiotic treatment for 8 days ...
That Will if it does not work?
I do not want one thing: Being of bracket next weekend. Because after so many days cooped up at home (6 days - Including a weekend), I'll need to compensate!
Apart from that?
I think back to that thought that lightning was a week ago, after an afterwork "The PQR is like pasta: This is good served hot!"
Hey, I want pasta ...
And if not?
I felt the difference the next day ... Radical!
The immune system has clearly regained the initiative.
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