Chapter Three - Work'n 9 to 5 What a Way to Make a Fever!
I landed back in Perth at 3:30pm WA time which is 8:30pm Fiji time...having been awake since 5am Fiji time. Long day indeed. I grabbed a taxi back to my apartment and looked forward to washing my poor eye out with distilled water and skyping with Ryan after jabbing myself with my next batch of Humira. Later in the evening I contacted my boss with the intention of explaining that I would be home sick the next day but ended up agreeing to working from home due to our many pressing deadlines. Next day I felt really rotten but worked and worked and worked. On Tuesday I hadn't improved so I took myself to the doctor's office and discovered I had a fever...oops...along with a possible case of a cold coupled with bronchitis. So Wednesday and Thursday = proper resting at home (well...I did check my work email a little bit...weeelll....a lot). Friday I dusted myself off and went in to work. Weekend = more resting.
The following Tuesday I woke up feeling completely wiped out and blergh. Back to the doctor's to discover....ooops still have a fever. Told to rest at home for the remainder of the week and given another batch of antibiotics. Later that evening I make a special yummy pasta dish --> fancy smance gourmet sauce, green olives, fake mince, marinated fetta, tomatoes...yummo. Unfortunately a few hours later I saw it all again...and not in a good way. Ick.
Chapter Four - Throwing up ain't fun
So yes. There was much throwing up to be had. It was not enjoyable. I also appeared to develop a sudden weird rash on my face. I made a quick phone call between 'episodes' to my Mum who informed me in no uncertain terms to call an ambulance right away. I argued that perhaps a taxi would be better but she was very firm and I felt very sick, so I agreed.
Calling 000 is a very surreal experience. I explained my symptoms to an operator and they dispatched an ambulance to my apartment post haste.
Stay tuned for: Chapter Five - My ride in an ambulance (or Paramedics are nice people)
The following Tuesday I woke up feeling completely wiped out and blergh. Back to the doctor's to discover....ooops still have a fever. Told to rest at home for the remainder of the week and given another batch of antibiotics. Later that evening I make a special yummy pasta dish --> fancy smance gourmet sauce, green olives, fake mince, marinated fetta, tomatoes...yummo. Unfortunately a few hours later I saw it all again...and not in a good way. Ick.
Chapter Four - Throwing up ain't fun
So yes. There was much throwing up to be had. It was not enjoyable. I also appeared to develop a sudden weird rash on my face. I made a quick phone call between 'episodes' to my Mum who informed me in no uncertain terms to call an ambulance right away. I argued that perhaps a taxi would be better but she was very firm and I felt very sick, so I agreed.
Calling 000 is a very surreal experience. I explained my symptoms to an operator and they dispatched an ambulance to my apartment post haste.
Stay tuned for: Chapter Five - My ride in an ambulance (or Paramedics are nice people)
So Chapter 5 is where the fun starts??
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