Life lately in the Lawmaster household has been anything but fun as of recent. We all came down with forms of the same sickness. Fortunately we have all recovered.
Originally I thought it was a new recipe that Rachel had tried, Baked chicken thighs with brown sugar. I think it really might have been part of a larger sickness going around our area.
Little Amelia saw the effects first. She spit up ( or should I say threw up) almost half of a couple of her bottles, was warm and somewhat fussy for a day. Some children’s Tylenol made her much better.
Rachel saw her effects span over a two day period. It started with nausea and diahhrea on the first day and ended with body aches, fever and a general not feeling well on the second day. She felt much better after a day of rest.
My case became overly complex and is becoming a nightmare in process. I woke up on the same day that Rachel’s symptoms started feeling the same nausea and diahhrea, but with the addition of severe body aches.
I didn’t have to be at work until noon, so I thought I would sleep in the Kelley School of Business changing rooms – a place I often nap in during lunch. The 3 hour nap helped me tremendously, but didn’t get rid of the severe body aches that made even walking a nightmare.
Due to the strict attendance policies in place at my job, I thought I would give working a go. The lab that I work in on that day requires some physical stamina, as I have to cover this lab, this lab, this lab and this lab. I tried my hardest to fulfill my duties, but was unable and thought it would be best for me to leave and see a doctor.
I went to my doctor’s walk-in clinic. Where I was almost immediately seen. They took my vital signs, asked me what I was having problems with and then had me give a urine specimen which I thought was quite odd. Then the waiting began. I waited an hour before I was seen by a nurse practitioner, who for some strange reason thinks my appendix was (and still is) about to burst.
I was then directed to take some blood tests and immediately go to the hospital for a CT scan. I’ll never forget what the nurse told me, “you cannot pass go, you cannot collect $200 – go straight to the hospital.”
I get to the hospital, where I then went to pickup a contrast agent that I had to drink with Gatorade. Thank god for the Gatorade. I learned later that particular contrast is used to be able to see the digestive tract. Then more waiting. I waited for two and a half hours before I even got the scan! I then had to wait almost two more hours to get the results, which I got from that same nurse practitioner via phone call!
She said that I had a large amount of lymph nodes that were swollen and my white blood cell count was up significantly but there were no signs that my appendix was in trouble. In layman’s terms, my body is fighting a infection of some sort. She then prescribed me 4 antibiotics, which I’m not taking. I believe I have MRSA and I have read that antibiotics actually perpetuate the spreading of these potentially killer infections.
After finally getting home at almost 9pm, I drank a couple shots of my cure all, Nyquil and went to bed. I woke up the next morning feeling like a brand new man!
Today I got a call from the walk-in clinic. They want me to do another CT scan in 3 months to make sure I’m okay. WTF? This sounds like either a very inexperienced health care provider, or an organization that is trying to generate some revenue through services that are not needed. I don’t think I’m going to go to that particular walk-in clinic again.
