February 2, 2018
A little detour from posting about the Israel trip . . .
The whole day we were in the air on Tuesday, the cough and sore throat I’d developed in Israel got worse and worse. Steve and I stayed at a hotel in Raleigh Tuesday night, and on Wednesday morning before we left for the drive home, Steve took me to an Urgent Care where the doctor diagnosed me with the flu. Since I am high risk (because of a compromised immune system and COPD), he gave me sternest instructions that if I should start feeling any worse in any way, that I was to see a doctor when we got to Manteo.
Well, late yesterday morning, Steve came into the room where I was sitting, took one look at my face and said, “Let’s go. We’re packing it up.”
It seemed like in just a matter of minutes I went from feeling basically miserable to downright, horribly miserable. I was overwhelmed with sudden fatigue, was loopy mentally and my chest was feeling tighter and tighter. Steve literally put my clothes on me (since I was sort of wandering in confused circles), settled me into the passenger seat and sped us along to Urgent Care. He even packed a suitcase because he was so sure I was going to be admitted to the hospital.
We ended up staying at Urgent Care several hours, the doctor contemplating the whole time whether or not I should be hospitalized. She ordered a chest x-ray (it showed I have bronchitis in addition to flu), gave me a bag of fluids (I was so dehydrated it took forever to find a vein), put me on oxygen, and gave me a Nebulizer treatment,
In the end, my oxygen levels came up enough for her to be comfortable sending me home with a fist full of prescriptions with further instructions to head straight to the Emergency Department if anything changed.
Steve has been a wonderful caregiver, despite the fact that he is battling a terrible cough. His doctor told him when we got back to town that he’s probably had the flu all along but he didn’t feel like it would accomplish anything to test him since it was too late in the game for Tamiflu.
So at any rate, that is the story behind the lack of postings from our Israel trip; I hope to be back on track again soon.
Have a great (flu-free) weekend!
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.