Fascinating post, USC Diver, and very much appreciated here. I came down with flu-like symptoms two weeks ago today, and being 6+ months pregnant and with an underlying condition (asthma, albeit mild), I was immediately placed on Tamiflu. I needed two of my doctors’ and Qapdop’s reassurance it was better for me and baby to take it than not–a pharmacist had told me it was not recommended for pregnant women. I’m glad I did.
Anyway, the following Friday (10/9) I was in my GP’s office getting a breathing treatment. I expected to feel sick Sunday (10/4) and Monday, but actually felt worse by the end of the week. The cough sucked. Anyway, while I was there, I mentioned how my OB was sure I had H1N1, and my GP went ahead and tested me. My results came back negative. My OB (who I saw Thursday 10/15) was completely dismissive of the results and adamant I had to have had H1N1, quoting similar things USC Diver did–the health department was no longer recommending testing, it’s really the only flu that offices are seeing, and my symptoms were fairly typical. He said, repeatedly, it had to have been a false negative, and he questioned the accuracy of the test. When I got home and did some Googling, I found the accuracy was pathetic–something like 40-60% if the test is done early in the illness. Six days after symptoms appear? Ummm…yeah.
Considering how brutally this thing hit me, I’m inclined to believe my OB that the H1N1 test was a false negative as well. I ran a low-grade fever (99.5-100.1) for 11 days. Eleven days! I have never experienced that with any flu, ever, including a few I had while pregnant with my first. I was wrecked and couch-bound for eight days, and it would have been longer if I hadn’t dragged myself off of it to go back to work (promising my doc I’d go straight home and rest). The only other time in my memory something has knocked me on my ass that long was when I had pneumonia 15 years ago. Here I am, two weeks later, and I’m still ridiculously easily exhausted. Showering and getting ready in the morning often has me reaching for my inhaler, my heart racing, and my body pouring sweat. Whee!
Which leads me to a branch-off question for our resident MDs: My OB urged me, repeatedly, to be seen by a pulmonologist. His urging lessened some when he listened to my lungs–they’re clear, and have been this whole time–but he’s concerned I still have feelings of pressure and mild respiratory discomfort. I still have a slight cough that to me seems like nothing, and I still feel like I can’t get a satisfying breath at various points throughout the day, but a pulmonologist seems like overkill. Clear lungs? Scoring 100 on pulse-ox? Come on. Then again, if I hadn’t listened to my OB before in his urging to call him the moment I felt various flu-like symtoms, I may have been worse off. Really? A pulmonologist?
(BTW, my GP would have to make the referral. I’d need to call and tell them my OB is insisting on it. These two offices do not agree–the GP thinks I just had a “virus,” the OB is adamant I had H1N1. It may be interesting saying, “Um…I know you don’t think this is necessary, buttttt…”)
And to the OP bordelond–I hear you on the H1N1=EVERYBODY PANIC!!!1!1 Being pregant and having those words echo in my family’s ears resulted in some well-controlled-but-still-obvious freaking out. Still, again, it’s good in a sense because I didn’t take it as seriously as they did, and if I had pushed myself the way I wanted (before my OB put on his “That’s an ORDER!” face), I may have been in a scarier place. I’ve been saying a lot of “Yes, sir” and “Yes, ma’am” and keeping my reactions internal.