Sickity SICK.

I was going to write about how awful I have been feeling for the past week and a half. I mean, I was ready to go all out on this, because, dang it, I have never been this miserable from an illness in my entire adult life. The last time I was even remotely close to being like this was 3 or 4 years ago.

I’ve been MISERABLE. And I want to WHINE. Because that’s what sick people do, they whine. But then I thought, wait, I don’t want to do that. I am a better person than that, so I’m going to do the opposite. Because that’s what a mature adult would do, they’d look at the bright side and be grateful instead. So here it is

I’m grateful:

• That I am still alive and I’ll recover alright. I mean, a fever that broke only to come back less than a week later, plus the discovery of a palpable lump in your armpit, hacking coughs and congested nose that last more than a week? It’s no wonder that my mind started to wander to things I know could go wrong. The downfall of working in the medical field is that you see what can go wrong and you know very well it can happen to just anyone, including you, and that is the elephant in the room whenever something abnormal happens to you and your loved ones. To find out that this was an upper respiratory tract infection with early stage bronchitis and that lump was nothing more than an enlarged lymph node due to said infection? It was a big relief.

• That hey, I have one heck of a story to tell now! I mean, I fainted TWICE in the BATHROOM as I got up from the toilet seat. I fell back and hit my head on the bathroom floor the first time, I fell forward to the wall the second time, which was about 6 hours after the first one.
  
• That, as a student nurse, I have the skill and knowledge to know what caused those fainting episodes. High fever (Tmax 103) + period + getting up too fast = orthostatic hypotension. BP 108/72 lying down, and 88/50’s standing up? Not fun.

• That I was okay after I hit my head on the floor. That was a scary moment, finding yourself flat on your back, head pounding, and realizing you just hit that head on the tile, but you had no idea how hard you hit it. Again, as a student nurse, you know of all the things that can go wrong, but as you did neuro check on yourself to make sure you were indeed okay, there was a sense of calmness telling you that you were okay and no, you weren’t not going to have a hematoma.

• That, although I missed two weeks of clinical, I will still be able to make it up. I’m bummed that, while my friends are nearing to complete (or already have) their 100^th hour of the 170 clinical hours we have to complete this semester in order to graduate, I have only raked in a measly 44 hours. I will be the snail that finishes last at the end of April, but screw that, I’ve made peace with it and I’m okay with being the snail as long as I cross that 170^th hour mark before this semester ends.
  

• For my friends and family, who have taken care of me when I didn’t have the energy to get out of bed, sent me well wishes, prayed for me, and made me laugh through all this. They’ve made my miserable days somewhat bearable.

• For my immune system. As much as I’d like to beg to differ, come think of it, God has given me a pretty darn good immune system. I rarely get sick, probably a couple minimal colds here and there per year, but nothing that would hold me down to bedrest like this. I even noted to myself last year that I was surprised I didn’t get sick a whole lot ever since I started nursing school. I thought with that high pressure cooker of a stress, I’d be crawling in and out of bed being sick as a dog several times a year. But I haven’t until now.
  
  
• For losing weight! I’M KIDDING! I’m not shallow like that. I actually hate losing my appetite, because my tummy hurts but I have no desire to eat. Plus, the Nurse Practitioner put limitations on my diet: no dairy and nothing complex, just broth with rice or noodle. Basically, my tummy can only handle soups for the time being. Blech. Now all I want is a tall cold glass of chocolate milk, which, obviously, I can’t have. Human being, always want what they cannot have. Ya don’t say!

So that’s it. I’m coughing less and blowing my nose less, which are good things. I still get tired easily, so I’m pretty much spending my days vegging on the couch on my computer or watching TV when I’m not napping. Yeah, isn’t that the life of a millionaire? Wake up, check emails, watch TV, nap, wake up, maybe try to eat, some more TV or computer, nap, try to write papers, more TV, bedtime (oh, and insert copious amount of coughing and blowing out nose in between).

My goodness, I am a BUM for sitting on my ass all. day. long!!!

But I’m a grateful bum, though…. Just sayin’….