OK, first of all it should be an ill woman’s tale and not an
ill man’s tale which happens to be me in this case.
You would have found yourself at one of those times of the
year where weather takes an ugly “u” turn and you out of all people fall sick.
Yup that does happen, doesn't it and that time one feels that the gods are
raining torture only on you. One by one…like some sweet revenge…been punished
for that gossip shared, or that piece of cake that was forbidden to eat but you
ate anyway, that thing you did….then…
So coming back to this incident a couple of days ago, my
better half’s family paid us a visit. Apart from having to add a truck load of
work of cooking and cleaning to my existing chores, it was a pleasant visit as
we rarely have guests. Plus the kids had a blast. So here I was on my toes and
didn't pay any heed to my killing back aches and frequent headaches. I thought
since I was giving my lazed up #@*& some working out, this was bound to
happen.
Here we were wishing hubby’s uncle aunt adieu when my body
finally succumbed. I was so tired that I took the luxury of taking a nap that
afternoon with the children, only to be woken up by painful shivers of chill. I
immediately knew I had high fever. My eyes were burning and I couldn't find any
will or wish to get out of the thick blanket to call hubby at work and tell me
to come back home. The kids had woken up by that time as well. I was living my
worst nightmare. I was sick, hubby at least an hour’s drive away, kids milk
time approaching at lightning speed …urghhh…I was clueless and helpless…
Anyway I somehow managed and hubby comes dashing from work
the fastest he could manage. He gave me
some meds and tended to the children. Every shriek in the household seemed as
if it was coming from miles away yet drilling my ears at the same time. It was as if time had suspended and not in a
good way.
The night passed with fever paying frequent visits and
another day passed with me throwing being sick tantrums. Two days passed when I
finally decided to say hello to my doc. And by the way at this very period of
me being sick, my brother was hospitalized for severe bronchitis infection and
my sister was running very high fever with symptoms of bronchitis infection.
Both of them had visited the same doctor so it came as no surprise to her that
I was there too. She also made a joke that you guys should get a family room at
the hospital, that way the three of you will have company and you can look
after each other as well. Grrrrrrrr…was my reply in my head….of course…
The doctor did her doctor-ly things, wrote an prescription and gave an injection
for pain. And then came the words I was dreading to hear, “I think you should
get these tests done, I am suspecting that your case looks like
dengue”…….DENGUE….have you gone mad I was screaming inside my head. I can’t be
so sick I said to the doctor but there she insisted again that why take any
chances, get the tests done anyway. We came back to the car and I was
absolutely mum, hubby was dead silent as if I had swiped his over credited card
to buy shoes. God knows I wanted to bury myself.
The lab where I was to be tested was full and the lab
technician told us that typhoid was hot that season and mostly all the bunch
that got tested turned out positive. I was sooo angry for falling sick as it
was killing me from within and further more that I was being tested for dengue,
which made me think that wasn't I keeping my home neat enough.
That night was so difficult to get through mostly I was
thinking that if I were to be hospitalized for dengue then how things would run
at home. How will my poor husband manage himself and the kids? The following
day we got the reports suggesting that I only had some minor infection and
nothing more. I took a sigh of relief and cursed my doc through and through. I
know she wanted to be doubly sure that I was well but I felt that she wanted to
be too safe about her own judgment and wanted to make an extra commission at
the lab for recommending those numeral tests.
What did I learn from all this?
a.
That one should fall sick with caution
b.
Falling sick is a expensive affair
c.
And sometimes your own doc makes it worse for
you…
