Mar. 5th, 2009

lance_sibley: (what now)
... that I hate being sick?

I really, really, REALLY hate, despite, detest, deplore, loathe and abhor being sick.

It started Monday morning. I got up around my usual time and got ready for work. I was feeling a little queasy, but didn't think much of it. I stopped off at Starbucks, got my coffee, and while I was putting cream and sugar into it, I suddenly started to feel faint. My vision went dark and I felt dizzy. I made my way to a table and sat down for a few minutes until I started to feel better, and decided to head back home. About halfway back home, I started having dry heaves, so I stopped until those had passed. I got back to my apartment, and sat in the lobby for about ten minutes or so. By this point I was feeling better and so, thinking that whatever it was had passed when I had the dry heaves, decided to start over and actually made my way up to work. (Foolish, perhaps, but I'm stubborn that way.) I not only made it through the day, but actually got everything done that I needed to do.

Tuesday morning, I didn't even make it out of my apartment. I got up and realized that there was just no way I was going to get anywhere, so I stumbled to the phone and called my boss to let him know that I wouldn't be in. I then went back to bed until 12:30, when I got up, took a shower, got dressed, and laid down on the couch. Next thing I knew, I was waking up and it was 7:30pm. I managed to make myself some soup for dinner, then chatted with Eric for a bit after he got home and went to bed around 12:30.

Wednesday morning was only slightly better. I tried again, but only managed to get halfway up the street before deciding that it was better to call in sick again. (I'm stubborn, remember?) Again I crashed on the couch, but this time I woke up around 12:30. I didn't do much after that - mostly just watched TV until Eric called around 4:30 or so. We ended up staying up until about 1:30, chatting and watching another episode of "Dead Like Me".

Today... well, you get the picture. I got up and headed out, and actually made it as far as the counter in Starbucks before I was hit by the feeling that I was about to pass out. The barista brought me some water and I sat down for a few minutes, then decided that I was going to take a cab to the nearest emergency room. So once I was feeling strong enough, I went over to the cab stand and got in the first taxi, and asked him to take me to the nearest emergency room. He said, "Which hospital is that?"


You don't know? You're the cab driver... shouldn't you know where all the hospitals are? I wasn't sure whether I was closer to Sunnybrook or one of the downtown hospitals, though I figured Sunnybrook was probably the closest. And I knew it was a decent hospital, so I ended up just asking him to take me there. I arrived around 11, was checked in by the triage nurse by 11:30, then a nurse came and took down my details around 12 and tried to take some blood (it took her about five minutes to find a vein) and my blood pressure (apparently the fancy machine couldn't detect it, and she had to use a manual one), and left an IV line in my arm "just in case we need it later". A couple of hours after that, the head intern came in and asked me some more questions (apparently, according to the copy of her notes I was later given, I'm currently under "a normal amount of stress for this particular patient" *grin*), listened to my breathing, took my BP again, and then said she was going to go and consult with the head doctor on duty and would get back to me. A while after that, he came in and told me that he was ordering an ECG and a chest X-ray. Shortly later, another intern came in to do the ECG (good thing I don't have much chest hair - the adhesive on the pads that they connect the cables to is quite strong) and then someone took me for the X-ray. Then I went back to my room for another couple of hours to wait some more, until the doctor came back with the results and sent me home.

The upshot of all this?

  • Apparently I have an upper respiratory tract infection. (Isn't that just a fancy way of saying "a cold"? I could have told you that...)

  • My blood pressure is on the low side of normal, but it's still within the normal range. (I knew I had low BP from the days when I used to give blood and it took me forever... but 100 over 62? That's considered normal?)

  • My chest X-ray showed absolutely nothing of concern.

  • There is apparently a "slight abnormality" in the ECG, however. The doctor didn't say exactly what the "abnormality" is, but he wants me to find myself a family doctor and get an outpatient EKG. He gave me the URL for a government website that lists doctors who are taking new patients, so I'll have a look and find someone. Hopefully someone fairly close to where I live.

  • All in all, a little worrying, but nothing conclusive yet. We'll see what happens when I find a doctor and get an EKG. Wish me luck!


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