As long as you can avoid also getting the Boogie-Woogie Flu you should be okay.
It was the chest and back pain and not the recurring high fever that finally sent me to the doctor. Like I said, I think I cooked a few brain cells.
Oho-and then there is the pulmonologist who told me that I could go back to work, but to do nothing “strenuous”.
I told him I was a staff nurse.
He repeated that I could go back to work.
I insisted that I stay off week for one week.
He wrote me a script for that, almost rolling his eyes at it*.
I had a follow up with him 3 weeks later. I told him I was still quite fatigued and napping, but no more night coughing. I told him I was concerned.
He told me my fatigue was caused by my depression (of which he knows nothing, but knows I’m on Lexapro).
I almost told him to stick to the lungs and not stray into areas he knows fuckall about. Grrr.
I finally felt well again last week. I had pnuemonia in June. It’s not that I felt all summer as badly as I did in June, but I still lacked energy and needed a nap every other day.
*proving to me and to every other nurse I’ve told this story to that he has no clue what nurses do, but that’s another thread.
That and Cat Scratch Fever. (Which is real, BTW, and I’ve had that, too.)
First time today I’ve felt up to posting anything. I appreciate the good wishes and to those of you who recommend rest, you are really on to something. Walking ten feet is about all I’ve been capable of; if I could find a place to sleep in the bathroom, I just might do it. I don’t think I’ve slept this much since I was a child----I like it, in a way but I don’t like the feeling of utter weakness that I’ve got. Oh, well, this too, shall pass or so they say. Thanks for the good wishes.