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my history with EBV
EBV = mono = glandular fever, so everyone reading this should be covered, I think.
March 4 (Friday): After fighting off one head cold and/or sinus infection after another since MLK weekend, I finally feel well. Combined with the nice weather and the fact that we have no impending deadlines, I am having trouble focusing on work, and mid-afternoon I propose to a supervisor that I take some personal time and leave early. She enthusiastically endorses this, and I pop off and have a charming weekend.
March 6 (Sunday): Some time in the middle of the afternoon, my throat feels sore. I don't like it, and commence with the spritzing of Chloraseptic throat spray. That week, my throat keeps on feeling very sore and I am very tired; it is also concert week, so this is not a huge surprise. The sore throat is red and furious-looking, but not really scratchy or dry - it looks like the tonsils are swollen, and there are lumps back in there in the corners, which is what is making it hurt; if I keep still, it doesn't hurt at all, but if I swallow or yawn, that causes pressure on the swollen bits and hurts a lot. The throat spray helps a little; taking ibuprofen against the inflammation actually helps much more.
March 14 (Monday): Despite the absence of white spots, I go to the doctor for a throat culture because it's now eight days and the sore throat isn't going away, and I want me some drugs. She agrees to swab my throat if that'll make me happy, but she also notes my swollen lymph nodes and scolds me for not understanding how tired I've been and draws blood and has it tested and comes back and tells me it's positive for mono (=glandular fever), which is just charming. I stop by work to let them know I'm hosed, collect some work to do at home as I'm able, and go home via the grocery store (for soup and juice) and lie down.
March 14-18: I do not, in fact, do any work at home. I sleep nine or ten hours, wake up, get dressed, move to the couch, and nap there. I'm sleeping oh, about 14 or 15 hours a day, minimum, and I can't really concentrate enough to get any useful work done. All the sleep and liquids do seem to be helping; by the end of the week, my throat doesn't hurt much any more, for one (important!) thing.
March 18-24: Spring break!, so I wasn't expected at work anyway. Having been advised by their pediatrician that my visiting is not in any way dangerous, I go to my brother and sister-in-law's to visit them and my nephew. I have a couple of surprise!naps, but in general am nothing like as exhausted as the week before.
March 25-27: I go in to the curling club to help at the bonspiel bar in the mornings, but have promised only to go for a few hours in the morning and leave the building around lunch time each day. I do, and each day I have a nap of at least two hours' duration when I get home. Today I slept for like three hours.
And today I spoke to my parents, who asked when I'm supposed to be feeling more better, according to the doctor, and I've looked again at the slip they sent me away with, and I see where it says "it usually lasts 3-6 weeks before complete recovery". I make today exactly Day 21, and I'm obviously not completely recovered, and I'll tell you what, I'm not at all happy with the idea of feeling like this - i.e., basically well but needing a big ol' recharge in the middle of the day - for another month.
Sigh.
March 4 (Friday): After fighting off one head cold and/or sinus infection after another since MLK weekend, I finally feel well. Combined with the nice weather and the fact that we have no impending deadlines, I am having trouble focusing on work, and mid-afternoon I propose to a supervisor that I take some personal time and leave early. She enthusiastically endorses this, and I pop off and have a charming weekend.
March 6 (Sunday): Some time in the middle of the afternoon, my throat feels sore. I don't like it, and commence with the spritzing of Chloraseptic throat spray. That week, my throat keeps on feeling very sore and I am very tired; it is also concert week, so this is not a huge surprise. The sore throat is red and furious-looking, but not really scratchy or dry - it looks like the tonsils are swollen, and there are lumps back in there in the corners, which is what is making it hurt; if I keep still, it doesn't hurt at all, but if I swallow or yawn, that causes pressure on the swollen bits and hurts a lot. The throat spray helps a little; taking ibuprofen against the inflammation actually helps much more.
March 14 (Monday): Despite the absence of white spots, I go to the doctor for a throat culture because it's now eight days and the sore throat isn't going away, and I want me some drugs. She agrees to swab my throat if that'll make me happy, but she also notes my swollen lymph nodes and scolds me for not understanding how tired I've been and draws blood and has it tested and comes back and tells me it's positive for mono (=glandular fever), which is just charming. I stop by work to let them know I'm hosed, collect some work to do at home as I'm able, and go home via the grocery store (for soup and juice) and lie down.
March 14-18: I do not, in fact, do any work at home. I sleep nine or ten hours, wake up, get dressed, move to the couch, and nap there. I'm sleeping oh, about 14 or 15 hours a day, minimum, and I can't really concentrate enough to get any useful work done. All the sleep and liquids do seem to be helping; by the end of the week, my throat doesn't hurt much any more, for one (important!) thing.
March 18-24: Spring break!, so I wasn't expected at work anyway. Having been advised by their pediatrician that my visiting is not in any way dangerous, I go to my brother and sister-in-law's to visit them and my nephew. I have a couple of surprise!naps, but in general am nothing like as exhausted as the week before.
March 25-27: I go in to the curling club to help at the bonspiel bar in the mornings, but have promised only to go for a few hours in the morning and leave the building around lunch time each day. I do, and each day I have a nap of at least two hours' duration when I get home. Today I slept for like three hours.
And today I spoke to my parents, who asked when I'm supposed to be feeling more better, according to the doctor, and I've looked again at the slip they sent me away with, and I see where it says "it usually lasts 3-6 weeks before complete recovery". I make today exactly Day 21, and I'm obviously not completely recovered, and I'll tell you what, I'm not at all happy with the idea of feeling like this - i.e., basically well but needing a big ol' recharge in the middle of the day - for another month.
Sigh.
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So yeah, it make take a while.
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I made an arrangement today to work from home (instead of, as was the case last week, just staying at home) for the next couple of weeks. Have leveled up from "sick" to "recovering", instead of trying to go from "sick" to "well" too fast. Taking it easy is hard!