I believe it was Friday the 9th of March but my days have now been blurred by laying in bed. The day started off fairly normal, I woke up with a bit of a chill but didn't think much of it. Got to work and suddenly I was shivering uncontrollably, stupidly my jacket I had taken to China and forgot to bring back into the office.
After sitting for 30 minutes and hardly being able to touch the keyboard I decided enough was enough I was off to the doctors and when I got better I was going to have a full medical (I had been sick every month since August 2011).
At the doctors she told me I had the flu, gave me a day off and flu medication (well she ran out so I had to try and get it from a pharmacy). I got back home started the drugs and suddenly felt a bit better so I thought I would be over it in no time.
Over the next few days things started to deteriorate, suddenly I had diarrhoea and I was vomiting. It was very hard to eat and drink anything so on Tuesday I went to the doctors again. This time I was told I had food poising and given the appropriate drugs.
High on hopes I would get better I started my treatment but Wednesday was the worst day. Thursday I eventually managed the strength to message Lisa to tell her I wasn't dead since I couldn't on Wednesday. Lisa promptly came around and convinced me we needed to see the doctor again.
So this time we went to another medical centre near home. The doctor saw me straight away, took one look and concluded I was going to the hospital. After a phone call to ensure I could get in to see the specialist we were in a taxi to hospital.
After sitting for 30 minutes and hardly being able to touch the keyboard I decided enough was enough I was off to the doctors and when I got better I was going to have a full medical (I had been sick every month since August 2011).
At the doctors she told me I had the flu, gave me a day off and flu medication (well she ran out so I had to try and get it from a pharmacy). I got back home started the drugs and suddenly felt a bit better so I thought I would be over it in no time.
Over the next few days things started to deteriorate, suddenly I had diarrhoea and I was vomiting. It was very hard to eat and drink anything so on Tuesday I went to the doctors again. This time I was told I had food poising and given the appropriate drugs.
High on hopes I would get better I started my treatment but Wednesday was the worst day. Thursday I eventually managed the strength to message Lisa to tell her I wasn't dead since I couldn't on Wednesday. Lisa promptly came around and convinced me we needed to see the doctor again.
So this time we went to another medical centre near home. The doctor saw me straight away, took one look and concluded I was going to the hospital. After a phone call to ensure I could get in to see the specialist we were in a taxi to hospital.
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