Archive for the ‘Physical illness’ Category

Monday afternoon found Constant Reader checking in to the Emergency Department (ED) at Strong Memorial Hospital. I’d been feeling poorly for the past couple of weeks, and I was finally sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. After several tests—including an ultrasound—it turned out that I had a urinary tract infection (UTI). Not just any UTI, mind you. Oh, no: I never do things half way.

Urosepsis. In other words, the infection had spread throughout my entire system. Time for intravenous doses of strong broad-spectrum antibiotics. Three days of that and I was on the mend.

But here’s the thing: although I was admitted Monday night, it wasn’t until Thursday morning at 2 a.m. that they were able to find a bed for me on the medical ward. Until then, I was stuck on an examination table in the ED.

But they let me go this afternoon (with a bottle of antibiotics), and I’m going to spend the next few days catching up on my sleep.

Sheer Misery

Posted: 8 October, 2015 in Physical illness

October has arrived, and with it the first cold of the season. No, not cold weather, but a cold, as in the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever-type that makes you want to take Nytol® so-you-can-rest kind of cold.

I’ve been coughing and hacking and sneezing since Monday, to the point where my ribs hurt and I have to drug myself at night so I can sleep. Indeed, this morning I slept until 11 a.m. Ironically, this was the time that the Saint John Fisher College health fair was supposed to get underway. I say “ironically” because I was supposed to attend and represent the Gay Alliance of the Genesee Valley. So yeah, it’s ironic when you’re too sick to attend a health fair.

Still, it’s a beautiful day. It’s 60°F/15.5°C, and while there’s a light breeze, there’s not a cloud in the sky. The smell of freshly-mown grass wafts by my windows, as the landlord came by yesterday for what I’m sure he hopes will be the last time of the year.

Another potential mood-buster is the fact that I’m supposed to attend the third session of the Transgender Health program at Trillium Health, and I’m too sick to go. But what’s keeping me cheerful through all of this is knowing that everyone else will appreciate the fact that I do care enough about them to stay home and not inflict my case of the  Dreaded Gomboozies on them.

And that’s about it for today. I’m hoping that by Monday I’ll be back to my usual loveable curmudgeonly self once more.