In the wise words of my doctor, whom I visited this afternoon,
“I know this is going to sound silly – but you probably pulled a muscle while you were puking your guts out.”
That’s a direct quote, by the way. My doc is generally awesome. And I’m glad he came to the same conclusion I did w/r/t the back injury.
Slightly less awesome: when the nurse was taking my blood pressure and temperature and stuff, it turned out that I had a fever of 101 degrees. And that prompted my generally awesome doc to request a urine sample. So I donated some pee and it turns out that I have some kind of mysterious, but highly contagious, infection.
The sudden, violent vomiting is apparently the initial symptom of a viral infection going around, but the fever + infectious pee apparently indicate something else, because he’s going to do a culture and in the meantime gave me a prescription for Cipro and orders to stay home for the rest of the week. I knew that wouldn’t go over well with the powers that be, so I said I’d stay home tomorrow and make a decision about Friday on Friday morning. A lot’s going to depend on how my back feels. I did go in for a few hours today but between the discomfort and time spent at the doctor, I got very little done.
Oh. And also – the main reason I went to the doctor was to get him to prescribe some hard-core narcotic pain relievers or muscle relaxants so I could sleep through the night with the hurty back. Sadly, I didn’t get either, because he said the Cipro doesn’t react well with narcotics and he really wants me to get the antibiotics. Besides, I need to take ibuprofen to keep the fever under control, so that should help with the back as well.
I am keeping food down, which is good. I’m guessing I’ll probably live through this. I may even stop whining about it one of these days. In the meantime, thanks for your very nice comments on my whiny-ass whininess. They do make me feel better.